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Beneath my palm your chest rises and falls, the pattern is my sweetest high. Wherever you move- I feel the breeze of a hundred wings. Baby I know you'll guide me well. I am without words because you have fallen by my side with eyelashes of tiny spines. I dread to feel your shelter and your eyes that say you're not good enough. Call my body closer. Reach into the pools of my skin. See your sterling face in the reflection of my veins criss-crossing down my neck and wrists. My spider legs weave into yours and I want you to feel good and well and worthy. Call my body closer. See yourself Let my hands be your mirrors to look at and love and laugh.
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
For the night I didn't make you feel good enough
Beneath my palm your chest rises and falls, the pattern is my sweetest high. Wherever you move- I feel the breeze of a hundred wings. Baby I know you'll guide me well. I am without words because you have fallen by my side with eyelashes of tiny spines. I dread to feel your shelter and your eyes that say you're not good enough. Call my body closer. Reach into the pools of my skin. See your sterling face in the reflection of my veins criss-crossing down my neck and wrists. My spider legs weave into yours and I want you to feel good and well and worthy. Call my body closer. See yourself Let my hands be your mirrors to look at and love and laugh.
I'm so sorry
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jackonary
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
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