a celebration of shared perspective
a space to craft new memories and repurpose old ones
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a harem of sorts
we are the neverenders, the outliers.
our lungs are full and eager,
refusing the geared regularity of this machine.
the stage and the lights created the illusion of intimacy, an inorganic nearness.
the great white whale of contentment eludes me
they are a sea of surging words
i’ve been dreaming of a seamless existence