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I can’t discern between the thoughts conjured in the empty space between our words and those I let float out untrimmed unrefined. Unapologetically, woman unabashedly passive I, let your fingers trail the cracks in my mind. I bet this isn’t a game of who is listening, but who will say the least.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
woman,
I can’t discern between the thoughts conjured in the empty space between our words and those I let float out untrimmed unrefined. Unapologetically, woman unabashedly passive I, let your fingers trail the cracks in my mind. I bet this isn’t a game of who is listening, but who will say the least.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
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