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despite popular belief your hands do not bend the light of the sun your lips do not pour truth and sugar and there are scissors in your gaze sitting next to your decisions i let them hold my hands and hold my mouth on your command six pounds of fine print six pounds of guile you only love me when im silent i am not stupid i am not a fire prince nor will i live to earn something that you refuse to give however there are other factors, always, like survival kaleidoscope collage your cuts are carefully connected fingers of precision and denial this was your causing and creation and yet your language is laced with words as if you would be hurt by my exile perhaps it will come that you understand love but as it stands you believe it is hunger to love is to know to demand and control i pity your vision of family a sliding scale of humanity what gives you the idea it is a choice what makes you think there is a weight difference in voice like you have the right to someones needs and reserving them for trials performance should not be required for simple decency and yet here we stand in front of the pyramids like women perhaps but no human for miles and miles
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Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 10:48 PM UTC
maslows heirarchy of love
despite popular belief your hands do not bend the light of the sun your lips do not pour truth and sugar and there are scissors in your gaze sitting next to your decisions i let them hold my hands and hold my mouth on your command six pounds of fine print six pounds of guile you only love me when im silent i am not stupid i am not a fire prince nor will i live to earn something that you refuse to give however there are other factors, always, like survival kaleidoscope collage your cuts are carefully connected fingers of precision and denial this was your causing and creation and yet your language is laced with words as if you would be hurt by my exile perhaps it will come that you understand love but as it stands you believe it is hunger to love is to know to demand and control i pity your vision of family a sliding scale of humanity what gives you the idea it is a choice what makes you think there is a weight difference in voice like you have the right to someones needs and reserving them for trials performance should not be required for simple decency and yet here we stand in front of the pyramids like women perhaps but no human for miles and miles
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Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 10:48 PM UTC
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