You really had<\/p>\n
to be there.<\/p>\n
When stars collide,<\/p>\n
the resulting dust<\/p>\n
and collected mites,<\/p>\n
formed us.<\/p>\n
Imagine the lines between<\/p>\n
the loved<\/p>\n
and the hated.<\/p>\n
Imagine them crossed,<\/p>\n
and blurred.<\/p>\n
This is the beginning.<\/p>\n
Right before the end,<\/p>\n
it began.<\/p>\n
Hating spiders,<\/p>\n
and loving a man<\/p>\n
whose arms are everywhere.<\/p>\n
He weaves webs of silken words,<\/p>\n
and you are trapped between the lines.<\/p>\n
He whispers into your ear,<\/p>\n
as his tongue caresses<\/p>\n
each word,<\/p>\n
and they slip in,<\/p>\n
one thrilling word<\/p>\n
after another.<\/p>\n
It’s a visual,<\/p>\n
you had to be there.<\/p>\n
Your self promises<\/p>\n
versus your virtue.<\/p>\n
Ahhh, but the words;<\/p>\n
the words wrapped round<\/p>\n
my spine,<\/p>\n
and I could not move.<\/p>\n
It is the glory of time,<\/p>\n
that for the most part,<\/p>\n
we will always have<\/p>\n
tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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