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a mottled stone of ruddy brown, spotted: the freckles on my mother's breast of feeling whole; of love the way I look at her the infinitesimal touch, my love, the impossibility of desire This; feeling my love for you pulse in my bone marrow,approaching oblivion asymptotically
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
(approaching oblivion asymptotically)
a mottled stone of ruddy brown, spotted: the freckles on my mother's breast of feeling whole; of love the way I look at her the infinitesimal touch, my love, the impossibility of desire This; feeling my love for you pulse in my bone marrow,approaching oblivion asymptotically
AnushaDixit
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
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