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Stream Writings 1feeling nothing. seeing everything. taste it, bleed it, believe it. i am nothing.Stream Writings 1
i am the air you breathe, i am the ground you walk on. but i am nothing. i am the blank canvas you rip and spit on. drop me like a pebble, i will bounce into the obscure and turn into dust. tear me, cure me, love me, kiss me, break me, hit me, abuse me, eat me. i am yours.
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I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
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are you squishy?
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