Body had never felt the sensationsitting in it's coreIt tried to imagine it as coldProfferedit must be like hungerBut in world where it's skinwas constantly touchedby the airby the sunby some silence...Even if it were completely aloneit argued with core... Continue Reading →
Something of him rises up to meet an edgeand something of you meets with hisand something of me flows betweenAnd something fluid begins to seeThe patterns where I meet youAnd he meets meAnd finally in the space betweenWe are one,... Continue Reading →
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