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[emily2782]

i have this flowering solidity in my chest, a bubbling, warm rock. it holds my hands and collects all the pieces i drop. it turns my senses into a bumbling synesthesiatic stew. i can breathe everything. dirt and skin are no different if you feel them the same way. love is not a gift from god, it is a gift from nature.

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[theballz]

fun night!