I want to be moved so hard that my grandchildren feel it.
And their children and their children after their children.
Moved to the point where even the earth tremors.
I want to be moved to convulsions.
I want to contract and relax in epileptic spasms.
Vehemently.
I want to sweat.
I want to cry.
I want to move.
Monday, March 12, 2012
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