No clue
Unreal the world feels,
To me it does
Wafting away the point
The point is what is to be discovered
It has no feeling as It touches
gloriously
Against
Rich textures between
It hurts
But it doesn’t
That which cannot be felt
pressing Deep wedges in
With my hands burning
Harder and harder and harder.
To me it does
Wafting away the point
The point is what is to be discovered
It has no feeling as It touches
gloriously
Against
Rich textures between
It hurts
But it doesn’t
That which cannot be felt
pressing Deep wedges in
With my hands burning
Harder and harder and harder.
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