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why is there a w in answer?
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Freeflow born of years, tears, neglected best. These words have no comprehension of the emotions pouring forth this third day. The pores which resist eventually seep. The ideas of scorn, ridicule, chastisement, boredom. Thoughts posed as if a fucking statue in main street america with signage "touch me". This is free flow. Come and go as you will. Remember the night? Remember the goose bumps? The soft words shattering dreams. Those thoughts were meant to enlighten. I only mean to entertain, but would love to thrill. Unhappy. I wish I could type as quickly and enormously as my little mind implodes. BAM BAM BAM!!!! Each synapse a product of years of lies. Borrowed thought. No time. I wonder if you feel the same. I'd like to rest my weary head on your chest. Years ago you confessed. That's me. The one dangling in the center of Radio City Music Hall. By my left ankle. Toes curled. You imagine I enjoy the attention. You HAVE TO believe I do.
I DON'T.
I want you're glance. I feel your pulse in my veins. Soft whispers in your left ear. You've slid down my left arm. Supported my left leg. Begged with your eyes. I tell you now. It is mutual. You're soul has been exposed. I love what I see.
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