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the inedible, something in the way it moves The consumer of it all the touch, the feeling. I want it. I see it. I’ll wait for it The craving, more or less, give or take. It’s edible a feeling, a dream, a fantasy. A Far reach? No over and under, yet notable.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
Craving the Inedible
the inedible, something in the way it moves The consumer of it all the touch, the feeling. I want it. I see it. I’ll wait for it The craving, more or less, give or take. It’s edible a feeling, a dream, a fantasy. A Far reach? No over and under, yet notable.
A reflection on craving something you can feel but cannot consume.
Zenleppin
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
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