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entangled, entangled, entangled we crash like opposite seas desperate to aim our currents towards each other, if only for a moment. My legs rest over yours and I am glad I forgot to cut my fingernails as I trace your back trying to imprint my presence in some temporary, physical way. I can see you eyeing me digesting the surroundings- the context of my heartbeat all at once I realize in a wave of melancholia you like my body more than I do; So I wonder if you can sense self consciousness in a stroke or hear sadness in a sigh. (It's later) right now, as I breathe into your shirt that you left behind taking in the back of your neck, the door closing, the absence all I seem to think about is how someone can be so gentle, yet so rough all at the same time
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
making amends with monday mornings
entangled, entangled, entangled we crash like opposite seas desperate to aim our currents towards each other, if only for a moment. My legs rest over yours and I am glad I forgot to cut my fingernails as I trace your back trying to imprint my presence in some temporary, physical way. I can see you eyeing me digesting the surroundings- the context of my heartbeat all at once I realize in a wave of melancholia you like my body more than I do; So I wonder if you can sense self consciousness in a stroke or hear sadness in a sigh. (It's later) right now, as I breathe into your shirt that you left behind taking in the back of your neck, the door closing, the absence all I seem to think about is how someone can be so gentle, yet so rough all at the same time
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
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