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She watched the fall leaves wilt as their last form of revolution The natural human intuition is to seek warmth from loved ones and as the bones beyond flesh shiver there’s a longing for some type of comfort He felt like a child’s tiptoes in tiled floor, unexpectedly and purely The type of euphoric revelation you’d never expect It all comes as a surprise, you see, when nothing is expected of the unknown When there’s nothing to lose and everything to gain Until the heart feels too fondly then a weight on your soul leaves you breathing but demands every movement to be agonizing This blind rage, so to speak, leaves her to be bitter such as the leaves when they fall in autumn’s coming Cold, harsh, uncertain The branches on trees look like the veins of his hands before gently caressing hers A beautiful entanglement One she hopes will be covered by winters harsh dubiety
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
An Apology; Reprise
She watched the fall leaves wilt as their last form of revolution The natural human intuition is to seek warmth from loved ones and as the bones beyond flesh shiver there’s a longing for some type of comfort He felt like a child’s tiptoes in tiled floor, unexpectedly and purely The type of euphoric revelation you’d never expect It all comes as a surprise, you see, when nothing is expected of the unknown When there’s nothing to lose and everything to gain Until the heart feels too fondly then a weight on your soul leaves you breathing but demands every movement to be agonizing This blind rage, so to speak, leaves her to be bitter such as the leaves when they fall in autumn’s coming Cold, harsh, uncertain The branches on trees look like the veins of his hands before gently caressing hers A beautiful entanglement One she hopes will be covered by winters harsh dubiety
Being friends is too hard
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
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