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this poem is only a degradtion of the scenerio I have manifested on the border line of my sanity words that seem to absorb deeper words when the thought of feeling the flesh under your mind comes into correct place yes movements please and light sighs breeze through the thin air strong and ambiguous my lines to you I am thrown sprawled on the floor and I move through the rooms in your house I kiss every corner and press my chest against every celing I bathe in every shower down pouring of your technique on my small body I walk outside I take the plunge into your unirverse and interact with all the evil in it I let it consume my very core in the deepest part of my womb how beautiful, as we explore every downpour . . . this this is something that I never understood before and now I cant ignore I lay and praise in the mirror the ****** ***** I feel you now the winds move fast I whisper to them to ease and slow to caress me completely and then the waves come again and I am washed on shore powerless and wanting more as I stare into your skies my hands are trembeling on top of your child like eyes
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
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this poem is only a degradtion of the scenerio I have manifested on the border line of my sanity words that seem to absorb deeper words when the thought of feeling the flesh under your mind comes into correct place yes movements please and light sighs breeze through the thin air strong and ambiguous my lines to you I am thrown sprawled on the floor and I move through the rooms in your house I kiss every corner and press my chest against every celing I bathe in every shower down pouring of your technique on my small body I walk outside I take the plunge into your unirverse and interact with all the evil in it I let it consume my very core in the deepest part of my womb how beautiful, as we explore every downpour . . . this this is something that I never understood before and now I cant ignore I lay and praise in the mirror the ****** ***** I feel you now the winds move fast I whisper to them to ease and slow to caress me completely and then the waves come again and I am washed on shore powerless and wanting more as I stare into your skies my hands are trembeling on top of your child like eyes
midnight-prague
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
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