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Does he think I'm weird,
or does she,
or that child,
or that person over there?
Do my quirks make them squirm?
Me is me,
I'm not sure how to spe..
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A buzzing cacophony of frequencies
Emanating between our faces
Hair on end
Blood flowing to the skin
Heat fills the gap
No touch, no sound
Just..
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Careful the way you look at me,
I might not make it through.
Those hands you have hold mine so well,
I hope you feel it too.
Your laughing is a ..
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Hold my hand,my dear sweet husband.We made our vows,and we surely won't break them.That's why we are here,on this very bench.Your hand in mine,stitchi..
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Love...Love is a journey,it has many forms.Words cannot always describe it.It's probably like the glue,that holds things together,or like rain bringin..
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Clean and safe,it releases the haze.Lifting your heart,it begins a new start.Happy without a scratch,binds no longer attached.Without it is unhappines..
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Sometimes we may overthink things, and wonder if it's worth chasing
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Lost in my mind,wrong the whole time.I mistook it for another,this feeling for my lover.Chasing in opposite directions,finding clues failing inspectio..
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This is something based off of a nightmare I had as a child
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