words drunk as my blood made of bourbon stumble uselessly through the dull ache in my head. flashes of you in the dark in the light in the fear in the love in the pain in the bliss in the Moments stolen between hell and morning. a desperate wish granted for the first time against no ones soul. time bended its will and stopped the earth just long
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i can't pretend i really get this. i get a lot of things, & a lot of you, & i've felt what the feeling's like but can't wrap my head into the details well enough to really say "i know, i know." i don't. but i'm sorry for your hurt & in awe of your faith & i love you.
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*hugs*
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thank you for sharing that--im going to share it with my girls tomorrow night (the advanced class).
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and your mind *is* the wind
and what world is there, Really, besides what is sensed by those two things?
and what is a soul not riding their terrified, ecstatic embrace, but vacant?
you are my babel fish. even in absentia.
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