Wanting. Like the escape of a moment or the near-brush of a body.
Bodies ungraspable.
Temporality and spacial distances creating a whole. Full gap of space, a river canyon.
You know I exist, just not how. This is what makes words empty, lacking body.
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That smelled of a lonely sip of coffee on a cold morning. Lonely....This isn't a dirty word to me any longer.....it is a blessing.
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