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I only want to read the writers who look through brick walls.

They found something that day, and it had been moored to them all along. They called it love because love was the softest sound they could say. When the first person said love, they were silenced whole minutes just feeling its thick softness in their throats, just feeling sated

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[bodylikeberlin]

oh, you. you're wonder-full.

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for sure the better wonderful. i'll try to remember this when i'm feeling wonder-empty. thankyou

[tamishka]

i really enjoy reading everything you write

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likewise, you. thanks so much