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If I witnessed sweat dripping from your palms at the sight of me,
I’d assume my face did something weird
Before ever assuming you could possibly be in love with me.


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Spirit and Bones

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The spirit and bones are opposites

But they coexist

For the sake of balance

The spirit is for seeking grace

Bones are for supporting your vessel.

One levitates

The other, solidifies

And when you grow weary of the ground below

the spirit is determined to fly

It cannot be anchored by the limitations of your bones.

Look up.

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