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your blood's almost conjurable, a bath this heart draws...and soaks in. you're such a woman. seated with the ***** posture of apprehension--combing through the shadowy tangles of your sensual demise. taken and taken by how life happens...like a perfect stranger you feel you've known forever. utterly conversant on deeper and deeper meanings of the unsaid-- time flying by till it's wings can no longer be seen. Now is the samadhi we die into... pure connection, establishing itself by the moment. our tantra will be fulfilled at eyeshot~
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Fulfilled at Eyeshot
your blood's almost conjurable, a bath this heart draws...and soaks in. you're such a woman. seated with the ***** posture of apprehension--combing through the shadowy tangles of your sensual demise. taken and taken by how life happens...like a perfect stranger you feel you've known forever. utterly conversant on deeper and deeper meanings of the unsaid-- time flying by till it's wings can no longer be seen. Now is the samadhi we die into... pure connection, establishing itself by the moment. our tantra will be fulfilled at eyeshot~
Onoma
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
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