all improvised, all the time. from the ocean. your afternoon delight.
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something that has no name.
i hear you
and you hear me
when you look back
you're smiling
but the sound that's
between us
is so deafening
that we're screaming
just to hear you
and to hear me
and to get past
the needing
it's the sound that's
beneath us
it's so silent
that we're kneeling
not to hear it
not to see it
not to think it
but to feel it
I saw through you.
bamshescrafty 1 year ago