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we didn't know **** about anything we didn't know **** about love but everything and everyone said a love like ours was not meant to be seen or heard or thought of and they who took to the streets gave us false hopes that there would come a day when we wouldn't have to exchange our syringes filled with secrets in secret we only held hands in the darkness of the theater and in the short distances between the lights of lampposts at night all those nights we told our parents we were friends we lied we were more whenever we were alone we threaded each other's skin with warm invisible threads using our fingers and tongues as needles we sew our souls together in solitude and even though the distance is still miles of seas we swim, we sail, we drown sometimes we breathe underwater we never let the parts of us touch above the table or in the daylight people are poison stored in their skulls in their eyes and in their mouths poison waiting to pounce we went to an art gallery and stood and stared at each other in the silence it was the first moment we kissed we forgot for how long until we felt the lasers and lights from their eyes burn they've mistaken us for an installation we were horrid, strange, abstract eyesores amidst everything beautiful and poetic maybe someday we can be as commonplace and as free as graffiti but right now our love is but an exhibit now there are more critics
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
everyone's a critic
we didn't know **** about anything we didn't know **** about love but everything and everyone said a love like ours was not meant to be seen or heard or thought of and they who took to the streets gave us false hopes that there would come a day when we wouldn't have to exchange our syringes filled with secrets in secret we only held hands in the darkness of the theater and in the short distances between the lights of lampposts at night all those nights we told our parents we were friends we lied we were more whenever we were alone we threaded each other's skin with warm invisible threads using our fingers and tongues as needles we sew our souls together in solitude and even though the distance is still miles of seas we swim, we sail, we drown sometimes we breathe underwater we never let the parts of us touch above the table or in the daylight people are poison stored in their skulls in their eyes and in their mouths poison waiting to pounce we went to an art gallery and stood and stared at each other in the silence it was the first moment we kissed we forgot for how long until we felt the lasers and lights from their eyes burn they've mistaken us for an installation we were horrid, strange, abstract eyesores amidst everything beautiful and poetic maybe someday we can be as commonplace and as free as graffiti but right now our love is but an exhibit now there are more critics
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Jul 20, 2013
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