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Post by isabellamaystone on May 19, 2014 21:48:16 GMT 8
tiny on your side
without underwear
without muscle or sheets
your loud breath
our gentle sobs
to touch your cold feet, that feels nice
to live and let you rest, peacefully i hope with your legs always crossed
sleep well
lights out
she'll rest easy
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Post by daisysanders on May 25, 2014 9:25:49 GMT 8
sleep well
lights out
rest easy
tiny on your side
legs always crossed
heart beats
sleep well
rest easy
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Post by michelle on May 25, 2014 15:12:37 GMT 8
Can I begin with what you are not?
You are: too beloved to be defined
So small
Your feet so cold to my touch
To live, and let you rest
That feels nice
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Post by embowman on May 25, 2014 16:56:22 GMT 8
cold feet, cold sheets.
gentle sobs,
rest easy.
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Post by kynan on May 25, 2014 18:52:37 GMT 8
weightless
we let each other go as easily as our breath falls from our lungs
time
eyes close as easily as the sun sliding beneath the waves
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Post by Jacq on May 25, 2014 19:40:40 GMT 8
skin laid bare
fresh cold wind
sealed to the openings of life
dead to the world
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Post by Nicole on May 26, 2014 8:01:53 GMT 8
I am breathing wisdom and knowingness
I am cold but resting easy feels nice and to have you by my side
Take comfort in your sheets
Take it easy
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Post by serena on May 26, 2014 16:49:39 GMT 8
I return once more to a bed that is not mine
but has moulded enough to my frame
as to approximate some level of familiarity.
Somewhere, in a distant corridor
the lights flicker on.
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Post by TarrynR on May 26, 2014 19:39:42 GMT 8
Legs crossed, life folded
tiny compartments, pockets full of stories.
Gentle breaths, gentle breath, gentle
Loud Sobs on cold skin
gentle
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Post by tarryn on May 26, 2014 19:40:42 GMT 8
Legs crossed, life folded
tiny compartments, pockets full of stories.
Gentle breaths, gentle breath, gentle
Loud Sobs on cold skin
gentle
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Post by Ashleigh Berry on May 27, 2014 1:47:30 GMT 8
You slumber so soundly.
I want to wake you. I want you to awake, and lay awake, and awake, and awake, and feel but a ...moment?
of the incessant restlessness that courses through my blood every night as I lay here awake listening to you slumber so soundly.
If you could feel a whisker of this worry, if you could care half as much.
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Post by jesslewis on May 27, 2014 13:52:50 GMT 8
Tiny frame and one thousand smiles turned sobs.
Aching and sleeping and sharing and shifting.
Three pairs of feet all rubbing together.
Lets just lie for a while.
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Post by samantha on May 27, 2014 15:51:34 GMT 8
We sleep together
Is that weird?
Or is it weird that I find it weird?
Your feet are cold, not mine.
Sharp toenails on sharp toenails.
When the bear is gone... Don't worry.
Sent from my SM-N9005 using Tapatalk
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Post by kathleen on May 28, 2014 10:07:57 GMT 8
Without the fibres
The cloth fibres
The fibres that make up our surface
The loudness of your breath
Asserts your reality and presence
I can rest on that thought
So long as the thought stops there
Loud breath, cold feet
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Post by Admin on May 30, 2014 8:59:27 GMT 8
On your Side
without, without lights
To live and let you rest
Rest easy, comfort in your sheets
The world beyond awaits
Jump into the blue oasis
Arms open
Legs crossed
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