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Topic: Motion
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Tue 09/22/15 01:55 PM
Your hands outstretched,
beseech me to come.
And I tentavely, crab like scurry the circuit of you.
Your back is stabbed,
the daggers still drip flesh blood.
Your crown slants, tipping my gregarious notions.
May I see your side?
May I see your hands once more?
You tickle me.
I laugh beneath the sun's fullness
And high five you.


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