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my eyes are heady    **** bloating                                        from within the sun        white embellishment lasers out                     lending provision      setting life   to the organic cog and clock provoking muted growth  to retch a bloom               leading                                       spending                                                                 seeding my tread  destroys nothing each step    frictionless   patterning little hovering eddies                               a fraction above ground minimal is my disruption enough    only to promote a deeper observation     tender fanning     of the life that i am fawning over how to feel this spritely at all times ?   t'would be a spell                                                  a fondled thing          it’s from our night of shared tether our infection threw out an extra pleasurable souvenir it carried its energy    into the ensuing day i am launched affection beckoned     into the true employment of my surroundings carrying my socks and shoes in one hand and my heart?  it is a possession of the senses i am truly led i am emitting
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Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 9:44 PM UTC
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my eyes are heady    **** bloating                                        from within the sun        white embellishment lasers out                     lending provision      setting life   to the organic cog and clock provoking muted growth  to retch a bloom               leading                                       spending                                                                 seeding my tread  destroys nothing each step    frictionless   patterning little hovering eddies                               a fraction above ground minimal is my disruption enough    only to promote a deeper observation     tender fanning     of the life that i am fawning over how to feel this spritely at all times ?   t'would be a spell                                                  a fondled thing          it’s from our night of shared tether our infection threw out an extra pleasurable souvenir it carried its energy    into the ensuing day i am launched affection beckoned     into the true employment of my surroundings carrying my socks and shoes in one hand and my heart?  it is a possession of the senses i am truly led i am emitting
neth-jones
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Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 9:44 PM UTC
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