Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Home tremor attempt number one brought some weirdness.

Cut me gently,
cut me deep, 
but please don't let me die, 

until I see the look in your eyes,
 when you take me inside.

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Torn apart by wolves
As I lie
Staked to the ground
As I die

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I pretend that they are maidens
With their mouths upon my flesh

I try to just ignore them
But this hasn't happened yet

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Back to the mat!

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Yeah that ended up being grounding and breath work.  
Too tired to tremor, maybe in morning.  

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