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The docile cork passes us by as we struggle between the waves torn between moon and sun drawn out to open waters followed by megalodons of our world viewed by haughty fishermen plummeting below the frothy waters spun around in vertical vertices turbulence taking hold crushing pressure pulling down the light above fades red hands start to turn blue lips start to tremble bubbles trickle up up up a presence appears, I am not alone a dolphins beak nudges me gently the eyes ingratiate my being I feel my breathing ease my lungs now as one within the space tension around my head is released audacious colours are diverse the motion of the water provides comfort the dolphin fills my being at one the boundaries of sanity are established I power for the surface in confidence the water erupts suspended in air folds I bark in delight freedom fingers drill into my soft tissues my breath is warm amongst the towelling toes and fingers tingle my nose walks through the lavender field drifting banks of pollen powder my bare back carefree, what a great time to live the door closes I enter my world again same time next week
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Quelle ambiance de malade
The docile cork passes us by as we struggle between the waves torn between moon and sun drawn out to open waters followed by megalodons of our world viewed by haughty fishermen plummeting below the frothy waters spun around in vertical vertices turbulence taking hold crushing pressure pulling down the light above fades red hands start to turn blue lips start to tremble bubbles trickle up up up a presence appears, I am not alone a dolphins beak nudges me gently the eyes ingratiate my being I feel my breathing ease my lungs now as one within the space tension around my head is released audacious colours are diverse the motion of the water provides comfort the dolphin fills my being at one the boundaries of sanity are established I power for the surface in confidence the water erupts suspended in air folds I bark in delight freedom fingers drill into my soft tissues my breath is warm amongst the towelling toes and fingers tingle my nose walks through the lavender field drifting banks of pollen powder my bare back carefree, what a great time to live the door closes I enter my world again same time next week
out of control, taken to another place, release of the body, a dream, power of the massage,
#massage#dream#state
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kevin-wright-2
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
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