so close
mere inches
i can feel the little, quick jets of breath
that escape from your lungs.
concerns and conflicts run through my head
what comes next? What does it mean?
what if I'm wrong?
but right now I don't care.
and all those nagging concerns can barely raise their voices
over the thunder you create in my chest.
and all I want is to close the gap.
mere inches
between us.









Welcome to the senselessishness.
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"I've trampled on that road; that you think you own"
- Phil Anselmo "Regular People [Conceit]"
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you go back to what you know...
and i go back to black.
--
"I've trampled on that road; that you think you own"
- Phil Anselmo "Regular People [Conceit]"
Drunken-Splice
He's fantastic, and your styles of writing are alike
--
Real revolution starts with learning.
If you're not angry, you're not paying attention.
- Rise against
--
"In the fyres of Struggle we will bake New Men, who will notte heed the Old Lies"
- Suffer-Not-Injustice Vimes
Gotta spread the love you know?
--
you go back to what you know...
and i go back to black.
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Love won't stop this.
--
you go back to what you know...
and i go back to black.
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