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It has nothing to do with them, it is the birth of love which has no direction, no body in which to be contained Once the source has smeared its face. You are overwhelmed with love and you are alone. You are overwhelmed with a love you must restrict and compel to shrink back into your stomach. This is a crucifixion. This process is excruciating.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
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It has nothing to do with them, it is the birth of love which has no direction, no body in which to be contained Once the source has smeared its face. You are overwhelmed with love and you are alone. You are overwhelmed with a love you must restrict and compel to shrink back into your stomach. This is a crucifixion. This process is excruciating.
Ivory
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
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