Length of time in-between kisses decreases_~()~_ Subtracted moments of lacking to a nonentity status_~()~_ Without concern the smallness of your orbit _~()~_
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Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2008
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time between kisses decreasing could be a beautiful thing; turning into one long continual exchange.... but moreover this feels m.aligned. ..i always find it wondrous that we want the things we know we cannot have; the gravitational pull eats away at our very core until nothing remains but darkness...clouds and grey matter. . .
but nonentity. . .never. .. could you be such. .. .there will alwys be a sm.all un.i.verse, a microcosm of creation that finds its stars falling into the darkest parts of us; illumination...illustration of emotion and how to love openly, uniquely, encompassingly. . .
cannot tell whether or not the small star/planet is outside wanting in, or just trying to be brighter by only touching the aura. ..
such a small thing really; a poem.
but such a big meaning for some.
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time between kisses decreasing could be a beautiful thing; turning into one long continual exchange.... but moreover this feels m.aligned. ..i always find it wondrous that we want the things we know we cannot have; the gravitational pull eats away at our very core until nothing remains but darkness...clouds and grey matter. . .
but nonentity. . .never. .. could you be such. .. .there will alwys be a sm.all un.i.verse, a microcosm of creation that finds its stars falling into the darkest parts of us; illumination...illustration of emotion and how to love openly, uniquely, encompassingly. . .
cannot tell whether or not the small star/planet is outside wanting in, or just trying to be brighter by only touching the aura. ..
such a small thing really; a poem.
but such a big meaning for some.
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Love Tinka 146
Be always safe,
Karen