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Atlas couldn't hug
but he could preach fear
to keep me close
In some moments
I wanted to see
his world fall apart
Refresh
I dreamed of a new world
that love holds up
Let his arms be free
Let his eyes
his mind
Let knowledge
shine light
into his darkness
What if I
wrapped my arms
around him
and squeezed
pulled down a bit
would he let go
would he
sit down beside me
if he did
would his world
fall on us
or is it hanging
in a Universe
like Earth
never really needed
his arms like I did
would he still
hold on
hold up
be made older sooner
by my weight
I don't know
but I still wish
he would let go
and hold me
with his heart
with his mind
with his soul
with his arms
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  1. UnknownMay 29, 2013 at 9:20 AM

    I dreamed of a new world that love holds up,let his arms be free,let his eyes his mind,let knowledge shine light.
    -this time i can feel the wishing thing and flows keep running whatever it may bring.."Love" is our religion and our heart is our home. I really really love it! You are my favorite author ever...i swear! I love your flows.

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