You like to tell me the true story of how my clothes are twisted. I know you want me to unwind
the fabric from my body, my hands from each other. You want me to spin down the laundry
line, fly with the breeze unflappable. What you want from me - true story - is a contradiction.
Wait and I will tell you the true story of complications I carry in the drum of my body, that twist
these clothes that flutter my eyelids and turn my head down and flap me, true story, real reason
why my clothes, my hands, my tripping heart beneath stripped skin, my ribs, why they wind.
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deep words
i will follow your account to see how are you doing;) please follow me
Thank you. Now following. :)
I will wait for you to tell me the true story. Tell me why. :-)
:-)
Whoa. My favorite so far, by a country mile. Shivers. <3
I'm awed to get this response.
Profound.
And deep. Beautiful.
Thank you so much. <3