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farmfish
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you are not dead yet. even your blood, void of senses, beats to the rhythm of potential happiness.
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silentbob
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why does my heart always beat before yours does?
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silentbo
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Can't believe my heart's still pounding
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girl
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sometimes i can feel your heart pounding when im holding u, pressed up against u
..and i can actually feel it
...and i feel closer to u than anything else in the world
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Annie111
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"Oh, your hair is so soft"
He's touching things again, things that belong to me, but we both want it.
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ClairE
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But I can't move.
I'm just stuck.
I'm a fuck.
At least I have rhyming_skills.
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011219
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hey now!
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i dont feel a thing
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Mahayana: Zakah: Sangha Jewels of Refuge
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you gotta feel
with the soul
of your essence
not the sole of
your feet
[than you shall truly 'feel']
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Mahayana: Zakah: Sangha Jewels of Refuge
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*whisperly borrows the essence of you & releases it ever so velvety within the soul of me*
¿[now do you feel]?
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hey now!
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yes. that helped a lot. thank you, mahayana.
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Mahayana: Zakah: Sangha Jewels of Refuge
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now...
if only you can learn to silence it
[if you figure out how, please let me know]
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oldephebe
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heart open and aching
I used to work summers when I was in college in these summer camps for the upscale in New England- spent sometime wuth a few other college guys talking to the townies, you know what I found?
there's something hard and bitter and unyeilding in the yankee heart - they didn't care what color you were so much but if you were from some college or university ...you got a good look at that insular, discriminating Yankee heart
All those artic winters they endure..
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oldephebe
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oh and uh Mahayana your writing has a hypnotic lyrical flow
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x
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in my chest every morning when i wake up (other than sunday, curiously)
when i got on the machine today and put my hands on the grips, i thought it would tell me my heart was about to explode, and i should get to a hospital, but no. it was 135.
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Yo La Tengo
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(i can hear the heart beating as one)
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