Weaning my heart for love, thats slept dormant in this pungent state. Alive and active in very passive ways. Never fully equipped to accept its electric tugs in many different directions. New places for me to explore who it is when I say “I’m ready”
Does it make any sense? How alive I’ve been through my sleep. The deep deep feelings and muscle spasms. I…
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