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From the deepest barrel of molded blue hurt, a kernel rests. Faith-based yearning my only thread. Pray... tether me, upend me. Open Love like a dissection. Tease out hormonal misdirection. Transmit static potential. Germinate the dormant to something feathered. Buoyant.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Some Days Tussle
From the deepest barrel of molded blue hurt, a kernel rests. Faith-based yearning my only thread. Pray... tether me, upend me. Open Love like a dissection. Tease out hormonal misdirection. Transmit static potential. Germinate the dormant to something feathered. Buoyant.
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58/M/North Carolina
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
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