but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since October 3, 2006.
- I'm a tigereye texture poet for 1,213 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life. ".
- I am a guy from Illinois (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm A Professional Juggler.
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(27)- I have 1,213 comments, 14 contests, 398 poems, 2 journals
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i haven't had the chance to read pretty much anything from you guys for a long time, so please enter as many as you'd like, prewrites, fresh ones, lay it on me, dont care how long, bad or boring you make them but it's still a3600 points, ended November 8, 55 entries In Big points
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I can't pretend to know the mysteries of life, the melting versions on reality are dripping off my face, all thats left is a bare husk, an unfortunate obelisk of a human life not yet over, not yet faded, and it pains me to think that this is all there is,November 8, → Make first comment?
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