free write: february eighth

we need this air, this slow way about it.
addicted deep perception. eager instinct alive and looking at the world. we never end,
this dense persistent flesh and spark of soul. clinking in still existence. we are strange in any context; raw and real. reminder from the universe with love: mend your mind and be tender to me.



About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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