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Pulling Has become second nature Pulling at strings To make the beings around me Do as I will Gentle Barely felt tugs At the cords of existance Pulling you closer A hand A hug Your shoulder against mine Sitting on the bus Talking on a bench Feeling you close Knowing you're there The doors here I tell you Refuse to be pulled I must place my hands firmly And tilt My weight against them Against my promise To never again Push away.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
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Pulling Has become second nature Pulling at strings To make the beings around me Do as I will Gentle Barely felt tugs At the cords of existance Pulling you closer A hand A hug Your shoulder against mine Sitting on the bus Talking on a bench Feeling you close Knowing you're there The doors here I tell you Refuse to be pulled I must place my hands firmly And tilt My weight against them Against my promise To never again Push away.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
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