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"Pick me, pick me."
I wish I knew
how to say that
to some one...
posted by name of the rose at 2:12 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
2 Comments:
I feel that so often... so often I would hope by not letting that hope reflect in my eyes, that someone pick me, whatever the reason... pick me
You have an amazing way of capturing the things which tell most on life but are too thin to pick up with clumsy fingers...
Beautiful...
Yes.
And in this case, especially when it refers to some one in particular...
"but are too thin to pick up with clumsy fingers..."
...such a lovely way to phrase it..
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