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a portal in my house the potential it has to show me opposite where I sit with unease- searching for it is unnecessary it reached me soon before I even decide to assume contact [λες;] contactless intercom familiar enough to register as media spatially signaling the messy loud resonant beats tuned per minute as magical portals go their pull is beaming feral feeling to fall maturely fast naive much? was I a serious clutch? it is the one thing I cannot help it is how I am wired i mistook my curiosity for a cure linked you to something pure to ask for anything felt premature so I masked it in front of the mirror strings reflected in the corner i stand there and ponder to reach for that mask but no touch it is the one thing missing- out of luck for the tactile to suddenly be as excluded a sense when it comes to desire the deferral in topology classifies as projection i am bored of abjections touching as mirroring my weak connection onto others nobody asks if the mirror is a mask duality is singularity unfulfilled for the sake of sounding optimistic: the mask is just a metaphor masks have muscle and they pulled it mistaking the string for a line-an ellipsis considerate sepsis just ending up in severe narcolepsis
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
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a portal in my house the potential it has to show me opposite where I sit with unease- searching for it is unnecessary it reached me soon before I even decide to assume contact [λες;] contactless intercom familiar enough to register as media spatially signaling the messy loud resonant beats tuned per minute as magical portals go their pull is beaming feral feeling to fall maturely fast naive much? was I a serious clutch? it is the one thing I cannot help it is how I am wired i mistook my curiosity for a cure linked you to something pure to ask for anything felt premature so I masked it in front of the mirror strings reflected in the corner i stand there and ponder to reach for that mask but no touch it is the one thing missing- out of luck for the tactile to suddenly be as excluded a sense when it comes to desire the deferral in topology classifies as projection i am bored of abjections touching as mirroring my weak connection onto others nobody asks if the mirror is a mask duality is singularity unfulfilled for the sake of sounding optimistic: the mask is just a metaphor masks have muscle and they pulled it mistaking the string for a line-an ellipsis considerate sepsis just ending up in severe narcolepsis
#portal #mask #mirror
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
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