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    dots Submission Name: vanilla moondots
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    Author: Runes
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    dotsvanilla moondots
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    Sometimes I have to leave you,
    because ....
    it's a suicide, of sorts. It's a melting
    of some rising force inside.

    But this is where I choose to sleep
    with my face scrubbed clean,
    on sheets so white
    I never feel dirty,
    your breath and arm an anchor
    weighting me down
    in my respectable 2-piece pajamas.

    I don't want you to be different.
    I don't want you to be anything else
    other than what I know you are:

    Passionless. Predictable.
    Comfortably familiar.

    "If we were both drowning, who would you save?"
    You know it isn't like that...
    "Which one would you save?"
    Honestly? I'd let you both die.

    And you know I would, don't you?
    because you put your hand over mine
    and entwine our fingers.

    That's the closest thing I need
    without feeling anything.




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      Your write somehow makes me ponder upon my former relationship, which has held that status for only a month or so. It lasted five year but the last few years were just the same, they were suffused with dullness and we never did anything riveting like before. I was used to it, I reckon.

    "and entwine our fingers.

    That's the closest thing I need
    without feeling anything"

    The last part seems to explore the idea that even when "whatever you are describing" is lame you are used to it and need it. We do underestimate some things when we have them and mysteriously miss them when they are gone ... anyone could relate to such ideas, as far as I gather, I know I do ...


    I don't know if you were musing upon what I mentioned when you were writing this but as I stated that was what your piece made me recall, somehow ...


    Wishing you well.


    Ethan Brody
    | Posted on 2014-06-24 00:00:00 | by Ethan Brody | [ Reply to This ]
      What happens to those who drown and always awake by the shore? maybe that's just me. there is no clever art to drowning. there is only a way to step inside the other and feel what it is to swim. perhaps i am jaded, but we can more than times be jars of light. so long as we don't poke holes unto the lid. astonishing.
    | Posted on 2014-06-24 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]


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