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    dots Submission Name: Here Gravity is Just a Theorydots
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    Author: KeeperOfLight
    ASL Info:    23, Vancouver BC
    Elite Ratio:    2.55 - 41/64/76
    Words: 359
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Passion
    Total Views: 838
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 2311



    Description:
       Have you ever been told you feel delicious, not in a physical sense, well kind of because there's the physical response, but I am talking about the auratic feeling one presents? Mmm..

    By Crysta Perak


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    dotsHere Gravity is Just a Theorydots
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    Have you ever been told youíre delicious?
    She said she doesnít want to hold your hand,
    because she said she would be easy.

    The symphony suddenly lingers
    She smiles in her fixations galore,
    as she whispers what you want
    in your ear

    She cradles the universe,
    finding your glance,
    failing her metaphorical sunrise,
    you turn off the lights,
    itís just another reason,

    just another path of more cognitive purpose,
    albeit no minds finding connection in its lasting fragility,

    itís just the gravitational lust of it all.

    Finding your part in hers,
    backwards, forwards,
    thereís more.

    She finds your glance,
    and you turn off the lights,
    itís just another reason,
    just another part of more,

    with no minds finding connection,
    just the universal lust of it all

    Hearing consciously,
    dancing with desire

    She doesnít abstain, metaphorically speaking

    Ė calling to you,
    failing the minds,

    turning into a dance of emotional crime,
    you let your barriers free from the universe,
    that takes away the reason to be who you are,

    let the blanket fall,
    just to be blown away,
    just because you are the fragility,
    and consciousness,

    dancing metaphorically,

    hearing consciously,
    dancing with desire,

    donít shut your eyes, youíll be fine,
    let her release be apart of more,
    traverse the generational gap,

    enjoy it, feel, submerge yourself,
    gain another thing that sets you free,

    let her be alive with the life of the universe,

    calling her with the written word,
    seeing what you donít need,

    let it fall away from the revered symphony.

    Dancing with emotional crime,
    founding with purpose

    Living with the life of the universe

    Hearing consciously,
    dancing with desire

    Forwards, backwards,
    thereís more.





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    ||| Comments |||
      So I read both versions, and to be quite honest I liked this one. After reading this one, the other just seemed incomplete. I don't feel this is too long at all. As long as you can keep your readers attention (which with me, you did) you could write a thousand words and it still wouldn't be too long.

    I love how this starts. It instantly caught my attention... It's just the gravitational lust of it all... Love that line as well. Lust does seem to have that fierce ability to pull one in.

    I'm glad you kept this one posted as well. Thanks for sharing
    | Posted on 2012-09-03 00:00:00 | by MmR | [ Reply to This ]


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