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Author: stolen hugs.
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 5 - Published: 05-13-09 - Updated: 05-13-09 - Complete - id:2672659

[don’t] remember this moment come morning-
i am raw + vulnerable + real (for once)

i’ve become the music and the moment and the movement
[but don’t ask me what i’m moving towards]

we are paralyzed in fear most times, most hours
but now (as the cola is drank and the gummy worms eaten)
now we are connected and yet pushed apart
each our own and eachother’s.
[trust me on that.]

this is the h e r e
and this is the very fast NOW.
this is real + new.

so take my hand, boy that i love;
let’s runrunrun.

[time to make our own h(e)aven]


AN: i dont know where this came from. i don't know what it means. i just wrote and wrote and wrote.



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