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Inside this depth of the perpetual, I hold onto the light, learning that it is not an illusion but a constant             fire within hard as metal simultaneously lava soft no longer boneless, lumped jelly               in a flaccid bowl Instead I am bowled over with new power, plugged into my own electric universe in rushes of ******** voltage that was always waiting for me to see it to allow it inside the tissues of my body to flow up and through intestines, muscle, heart and bone threads from                  a glowing orb that slake and snake through me like a river's glory leaving the spirit on edge for more and I am ever grateful to take that light                   spin it into a gift                        unwrap it slowly                             drape it                               over me like                                  a flowing, unstitched garment         pour its liquid-tipped velvet onto my follicles, sensitive tender luminosity touching all the right places its silvery essence flooding me in drips and slips healing all the lost and lonely places, desolation's imprint hollows of brimmed-over                             despair I have become a quivering, stellar bud bursting forth, each day                        burning into new rebirth in quenching torrents ripe as ovarian silk soaked in cellular juice inner seeds ready to be flung unto the earth into the wilderness into expansion ready to bloom           and bloom           and bloom    again
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
electric blooms
Inside this depth of the perpetual, I hold onto the light, learning that it is not an illusion but a constant             fire within hard as metal simultaneously lava soft no longer boneless, lumped jelly               in a flaccid bowl Instead I am bowled over with new power, plugged into my own electric universe in rushes of ******** voltage that was always waiting for me to see it to allow it inside the tissues of my body to flow up and through intestines, muscle, heart and bone threads from                  a glowing orb that slake and snake through me like a river's glory leaving the spirit on edge for more and I am ever grateful to take that light                   spin it into a gift                        unwrap it slowly                             drape it                               over me like                                  a flowing, unstitched garment         pour its liquid-tipped velvet onto my follicles, sensitive tender luminosity touching all the right places its silvery essence flooding me in drips and slips healing all the lost and lonely places, desolation's imprint hollows of brimmed-over                             despair I have become a quivering, stellar bud bursting forth, each day                        burning into new rebirth in quenching torrents ripe as ovarian silk soaked in cellular juice inner seeds ready to be flung unto the earth into the wilderness into expansion ready to bloom           and bloom           and bloom    again
#growth#selflove#light#strength
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lora-lee
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
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