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You have no clue about the lengths that I'd go too, To hear your curling name on the merciful wind, To caress your slender fingers inside my own hands. The earth bore my heavy footsteps- It is a long fall here, from Eden, and I broke many bones, Just trying to get to you. Just to Roll your name inside my mouth like a prayer. Just to Hold you in sweet devotion, the two of us, wanting for nothing more than we could Fit in our hands. So when you call me, late at night, with a bottle or two in your hands, Telling me all the things your mother Should've said. And didn't. Know that to be near you- Even in a phone call. Even in a dream. Is the thing I have wanted since before I knew your name.
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Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
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You have no clue about the lengths that I'd go too, To hear your curling name on the merciful wind, To caress your slender fingers inside my own hands. The earth bore my heavy footsteps- It is a long fall here, from Eden, and I broke many bones, Just trying to get to you. Just to Roll your name inside my mouth like a prayer. Just to Hold you in sweet devotion, the two of us, wanting for nothing more than we could Fit in our hands. So when you call me, late at night, with a bottle or two in your hands, Telling me all the things your mother Should've said. And didn't. Know that to be near you- Even in a phone call. Even in a dream. Is the thing I have wanted since before I knew your name.
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Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
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