my heart drips from the center and into my gut. tension that won't be pinpointed no matter what. it resonates within, builds.chronic fatigue mixed with benign insomnia which leads to hypochondria. I enter a deep rest where dreams are like video games. I only get so far. and then some. old one, wise one, clenched fists, swollen tongue.
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lenore:
Soooo sooo pretty 
clara:
Yup, that made me
. *sigh* 