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the way that your hands fit into your pockets makes it seem like you've got secrets hiding in the creases of your palms i wanna unravel your white-knuckled fists and read the braille of your fingertps aloud to a crowd of strangers let me type my philosophies out along the margin of your spine in morse code i'm the best story i've ever told i can hear the strength in your voice flex when you laugh something about that giggle of yours could iron the wrinkled mountains down and lie them flat on their backs along the hem of the sea i'm uncertain if your eyes are blue or if they're grey either way i have to try my damndest not to climb inside and hide tuck myself behind your irises and watch the gulls go by from that distant shore the thought brings me terror i've had so many nightmares of being crushed by the ocean's mighty limbs lost forever broken at the bottom of a beautiful abyss i wake unsure that i was even sleeping        ...i found you on the dock whistling sailor tunes i'm doomed
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
flipping coins and tossing waves.
the way that your hands fit into your pockets makes it seem like you've got secrets hiding in the creases of your palms i wanna unravel your white-knuckled fists and read the braille of your fingertps aloud to a crowd of strangers let me type my philosophies out along the margin of your spine in morse code i'm the best story i've ever told i can hear the strength in your voice flex when you laugh something about that giggle of yours could iron the wrinkled mountains down and lie them flat on their backs along the hem of the sea i'm uncertain if your eyes are blue or if they're grey either way i have to try my damndest not to climb inside and hide tuck myself behind your irises and watch the gulls go by from that distant shore the thought brings me terror i've had so many nightmares of being crushed by the ocean's mighty limbs lost forever broken at the bottom of a beautiful abyss i wake unsure that i was even sleeping        ...i found you on the dock whistling sailor tunes i'm doomed
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Sparrowfreckles
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
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