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[astarvingheart]

i keep having this same idea over and over,  i just need to keep rearranging the words till it makes sense.

when Buddha
        held up the flower

maybe he was saying

get
                over
             it!

(what is it?)

pretty sunsets

mountain scenery

sprawling cities

dimples

your heels on the
      small of my back

getting over

getting over it
         (though what the hell is it?)

I love it

I love it so much

I really love it so much

I really fucking love it

(what is it?)

the absence in my stomach

that space you left
                      walking  out my door
      and the night’s wind hitting my face

(get over it!)