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it's strange-- like dancing together after the music's stopped. miles apart. the sound of a house settling, alienated furnishings binding together for a home. the dance slows, anticipating hesitation. intuiting those that crammed fear into uninhibited space, for some measure of step. control. so she stretches her neck to get a glimpse of him as if in a crowded room--feeling virtually smothered. he never loses sight of her...it's how she'll trust in being drawn to him.
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Trust in Being Drawn
it's strange-- like dancing together after the music's stopped. miles apart. the sound of a house settling, alienated furnishings binding together for a home. the dance slows, anticipating hesitation. intuiting those that crammed fear into uninhibited space, for some measure of step. control. so she stretches her neck to get a glimpse of him as if in a crowded room--feeling virtually smothered. he never loses sight of her...it's how she'll trust in being drawn to him.
Onoma
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
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