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Del 6: Pattern recognition
| We are never ready for it. The recognition. The “this is it” moment. The touching of souls, when they click into each other, seamlessly. We start to hunt for whatever, to disprove perfection. Because it cannot be real. Yet it is, every time. Even when we fuck it up. Maybe more so than in moments of zipless perfection. We try, fail and break open. Now, what will we do with the light that streams in through the cracks, will we allow it to reach our hearts? Do we even have a heart? To let each other in? Or is it just empty space behind the guarded walls, just the echo of what we once had? Squandered. You see, I bleed. Every time. Ache. Every time. That’s how I know I still have my heart. And you touch it with gentle hands, wanting to protect it. Protect me. How little you know starlings. We crash head-first into tomorrow. Are you the future I land in? You want to be. As long as you are open skies, not a cage. I fly towards you, still not knowing. Land in your open palm. My body sings to you, and you are mesmerized. We fit together, bodies in heat, in motion. “You feel so good” |
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Del 1 (20 mar 2023)Del 2: Club (25 jul 2022)
Del 3: Longing (3 jan 2023)
Del 4: Yet (4 jan 2023)
Del 5: Hit (26 jan 2023)
Del 6: Pattern recognition (27 jan 2023)
Del 7: Vroom (5 feb 2023)
Del 8: Meaning (13 feb 2023)
Del 9: Q.E.D. (20 mar 2023)
Tillagd 27 jan 2023 Noveller #Kvinna #Kvinna som top #Annan som bottom #Egenupplevt #Humor
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