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In all of the twinkling and shining that the city had to offer me, the only sparkling I could see was in the eyes next to me. As we sat in the silence and felt the air become dense with tension and condensation, empty words and teeth clenches became frequent as the innocent giggles and handholding wrapped themselves up and rolled down the hills into the very lights that had become blurred in your vision. Although I could control my tear ducts - pluck back my vocal chords - I could not prevent the inevitable suffering of the silence that choked us to a sensible conclusion: you smothered me with attention and devotion as I strangled your heart with my own bare hands.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
Trapped In My Own Tornado
In all of the twinkling and shining that the city had to offer me, the only sparkling I could see was in the eyes next to me. As we sat in the silence and felt the air become dense with tension and condensation, empty words and teeth clenches became frequent as the innocent giggles and handholding wrapped themselves up and rolled down the hills into the very lights that had become blurred in your vision. Although I could control my tear ducts - pluck back my vocal chords - I could not prevent the inevitable suffering of the silence that choked us to a sensible conclusion: you smothered me with attention and devotion as I strangled your heart with my own bare hands.
[Written in 2013]
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23/F/United Kingdom
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
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