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Hello, I seem to be here still, do you remain to be out there? I’ll brush my teeth knowing that we’re gonna make a go of it. I touch myself dreaming of all the places I’m gonna make you. *We’re living in a special case, subset of an upset time and space. Fire, was it, or pomegranate that broke the spell you cast? Gave up the garden if It’d make it last.* Sorry, why’s I speak is why’s I’m I, so you ought to talk sometimes. I’ll ***** my ears hoping that where we’re the same might be enough, I tell myself living with all choices I made without you. *We’re living in a special case, subset of an upset time and space. Fire, was it, or pomegranate? Whatever the cause, the way is flawed. We’re living in a human race, if you think you can do better, well, you’re wrong!* And when I decide to show my face again… I’m a child of… I’ve seen miles of love, my body’s made of blood. I’m a child of God, my body’s made of mud. I’d like for you and I to reconcile if only one more— Time is not the catch n’ Space ain’t the constraint. I gotta hunch it’s in the changes that we all make.
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Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
Issa Chilla Gawd (Love Letter to)
Hello, I seem to be here still, do you remain to be out there? I’ll brush my teeth knowing that we’re gonna make a go of it. I touch myself dreaming of all the places I’m gonna make you. *We’re living in a special case, subset of an upset time and space. Fire, was it, or pomegranate that broke the spell you cast? Gave up the garden if It’d make it last.* Sorry, why’s I speak is why’s I’m I, so you ought to talk sometimes. I’ll ***** my ears hoping that where we’re the same might be enough, I tell myself living with all choices I made without you. *We’re living in a special case, subset of an upset time and space. Fire, was it, or pomegranate? Whatever the cause, the way is flawed. We’re living in a human race, if you think you can do better, well, you’re wrong!* And when I decide to show my face again… I’m a child of… I’ve seen miles of love, my body’s made of blood. I’m a child of God, my body’s made of mud. I’d like for you and I to reconcile if only one more— Time is not the catch n’ Space ain’t the constraint. I gotta hunch it’s in the changes that we all make.
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28/M/American
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
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