SENSE: I closed my eyes and felt warmth against my neck I grabbed the air and caught your strength Your fingers interlocking between mines My hair stood as you were squeezing tight I opened my mouth and before the sound echoed through You leaned in and took the sound within you The breeze cradling me
SENSE: 
I closed my eyes and felt warmth against my neck 
I grabbed the air and caught your strength 
Your fingers interlocking between mines 
My hair stood as you were squeezing tight
I opened my mouth and before the sound echoed through
You leaned in... poetry stories
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bebawolf Journal entries from 1/19/19 ▫️◽◻💠◼◾▪
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Losing ALMOST all my senses

SENSE: I closed my eyes and felt warmth against my neck I grabbed the air and caught your strength Your fingers interlocking between mines My hair stood as you were squeezing tight I opened my mouth and before the sound echoed through You leaned in and took the sound within you The breeze cradling me

My eyes were almost swept away If you wish to take a sense, let the breeze swarm around my ears through my nose in a continuous loop to always know you're here If you wish to take a sense, keep my swallowed sound locked deep within you. Let it swirl away hidden, never getting it's sweet escape.

If you wish to take a sense, keep your grip, never let go of my touch as it engraved inbetween the lines of your palms I'll keep my sights ahead as I slowly lose all sense of the old reality behind me

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