subspace
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I offer you my tears, willingly, and yet we both have to work for them. Whilst their threatening presence ever lurksfor a variety of reasons, it takes the perfect storm to breach the dam walls. You’ve seen what I can take, and it requires a certain finesseto dance at the borders of breaking me,walking that…
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I rememberdry mouth and racing heartexhilaration and trepidationknit by determinationto experience for myselfthe phenomenonthat was the desideratum of my hiraeth.Todaythe approach is familiarand no longer needs a mapand despite the intoxication of anticipationand reason reminding methis is both fledgling and ephemeralmy pulse calms, my breaths deepenas I ascend the stairsand peace descends.With youI am able…
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My brain synthesised theory and experiencewith a dash of innate sense, a desire coded deep within the cellular blueprint of the fabric of my being, and I had ideas, predictions, hopes about how it would feel. Not physically, I was warned enough that the first time might hurt,that it was awkward and messy, and technique…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 