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in gentle circles, a single blade amidst the field inside slowly ascends: twists salt earth, a mutable red-black tree, an unbalanced myself. a place we swayed trickles back. i set foot, with wish to waste enough time to forget ever opening towards the light spilling out behind your eyes. misery sinks my teeth into her arm, slows and grasps cohort as i take shelter. as i find metric in my own chest. as i **** up, grow tired, stop. watch shadows on the ceiling. i could float away. i could float away. i could float away. i could float away. if only i wanted to.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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in gentle circles, a single blade amidst the field inside slowly ascends: twists salt earth, a mutable red-black tree, an unbalanced myself. a place we swayed trickles back. i set foot, with wish to waste enough time to forget ever opening towards the light spilling out behind your eyes. misery sinks my teeth into her arm, slows and grasps cohort as i take shelter. as i find metric in my own chest. as i **** up, grow tired, stop. watch shadows on the ceiling. i could float away. i could float away. i could float away. i could float away. if only i wanted to.
forgetting nothing
tom-mccone
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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