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Will I ever have words for the wind on my face?

Your hand out the window surfing the night

My spirit hanging low in the moon’s shadow

For the feminism in the only guy here being in the exact middle of four girls

For the irony in tallest person is in the shortest seat blocking the mirrors

For society’s reflection

For how mundane the kinks sound to my ears after a night like that

Will I ever have words for the wind on my face?

Will I ever have only words again?

 

 

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last updated 29 June 2013 - 8:15pm
©29 June 2013 - 8:15pm — running_with_rabbits
2 August 2013 - 3:18pm — humanpulse
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I like the way you express

I like the way you express yourself. In your words I sense a big heart and a great mind. I consider people like you as the spice of life. Feel good dear.

3 August 2013 - 5:53am — running_with_rabbits
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:)

thank you my dear

:) I hope you know how much that comment means to me :) and how much I value you as well :)

Much Love

Ashley