| when i knew what it really was to be
terrified,
distanced,
alone.
my heart grabbed you like fire's arms embrace cold, lasting gusts of empty exhilaration
or maybe they were small brushed.
You really understood the outside pointed in.
You really were the outside pointing in. |
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| to me, everything is communicated |
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| i am a man with a cold hard heart
bigger than the sun
beauty slides through it like an unfiltered liquid
and life keeps
steady
it never has time to rest
it chews too much
and spends its time catching up |
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| it only exists in retrospect
but god, is it beautiful
your heart in shambles
rambles
and paints in sifted sand
exactly what you were looking for. |
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| i have become 50% ben, 50% water. |
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