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| blown cherry |
Craving intimacy, but finding none. So I get greedy for time hoping it will yield a quality moment amongst the midst of isolation. Isolation so thick you can feel it on your skin, viscous and heavy. But being greedy only backfires and the slingshot effect casts me far into the long dark night. And in the night, maybe I will find sleep. And in the light of day when I wake, I will scream my frustrations at the world and repeat my actions again, once_daily. |
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