Averse to labels
we plumb the unexpected
essence of this thing--
even without a name,
absent signifier,
we exist together in comfort
At night in sweet embrace,
draped in fabric and
lacking form from outside,
knowledge of our bodies our own,
we do nothing but smile;
lithe creatures lingering, in scene
most consider phantasm.
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Imagine taking a random and seemingly insignificant observation and running with it. Imagine doing that multiple times a day and you have this blog. It's mostly a compilation of creative writings and personal essays, but other, more informative, articles might be thrown in.
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