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Our thoughts, buzzing. Feelings, bumbling. The passion, stirring. It's around us. We know it's there. We feel it coursing through our veins. We let it take its path. Yet, we can't grasp at it. It's intangible. Love.
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Spatial Intangibility
Our thoughts, buzzing. Feelings, bumbling. The passion, stirring. It's around us. We know it's there. We feel it coursing through our veins. We let it take its path. Yet, we can't grasp at it. It's intangible. Love.
enigmatism
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
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