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Feb 2021
At the end of everyday, what we truly seek is love.
Somewhere, something, someone
That requires no pretending, no walls, no introduction
A place, a thing, a person
Where, that, who we can plummet in, on, or to
Without thoughts, without words, sometimes even without movement

What binds us, what keeps us going, what saves us from our darkness
What light we allow, the grace we permit ourselves to receive
At the end game - it all falls to this.
underthesheets
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underthesheets  F/Philippines
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