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[theromanticallyrepressed]

rather mismatched

and although permissible

we wonder about our place in this world,

a slice of swiss cheese, not a single ordinary fraction available. spying with my eyeglass into some ‘distant future’. maybe not.

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[theromanticallyrepressed]

drafts///

What is it to love, 

What is it that attracts us as people to the feeling of being lost in one’s thoughts? Arms? To surmount this feeling in everyone’s search for the lessening of lonesomeness. The feelings of belonging, group settings, or another. Oh to love, to believe in an utter rapturous kind of love, to be void of daily do’s. To strip the clothes of utter responsibility, all that consumes is the feeling of pleasure. The orgasmic desire that has my breath thick at a moment's notice. If I was able to be covered In a wave I would, swooped over in the endless cycle of desire. 

Why am I so captivated by the thought of that? The pit that grows in the stomach. If my body was weighed down by a stone, I'd drown by the very beast that swallowed me whole. Dragged by the tongue that traces down my body. I sit and breathe in, and out feelings of ecstasy. My soul is captivated by the intrinsic wirings within me. 

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