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it was not a slamming but a steady slow easing closed the door quick catch of breath - not as much as a deeply drunk savored gasp like after a race hands on thighs bent ******* in air too quick until remembered to take is slow and pull in that first deep balmy breath to take it slow speaks of patience and of time less filled with doubt or regret take comfort then I took my time to measure out feel the weight in my hand of waiting of giving you time to slow down turn around and see that the door was closing I waited there threshold shrinking pleading silent looks for you to stop before it shut and died but eyes are not accustomed to look for or perceive the colors of pain painted in another or to catch the dying glimmer through the cracks of a heart breaking as it eases closed the door
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
INFJ door slam
it was not a slamming but a steady slow easing closed the door quick catch of breath - not as much as a deeply drunk savored gasp like after a race hands on thighs bent ******* in air too quick until remembered to take is slow and pull in that first deep balmy breath to take it slow speaks of patience and of time less filled with doubt or regret take comfort then I took my time to measure out feel the weight in my hand of waiting of giving you time to slow down turn around and see that the door was closing I waited there threshold shrinking pleading silent looks for you to stop before it shut and died but eyes are not accustomed to look for or perceive the colors of pain painted in another or to catch the dying glimmer through the cracks of a heart breaking as it eases closed the door
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37/F/Uruguay
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
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