RemoteUser
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Draw with feathered touch your gaze to the deepest pitch of my whispered word and be lost in meaning profound. Let limb tremble with aching breath when taken, formed, freed. The heat of need drowns fear. Gravity growls at inexorable collision, as opposing mirrors reflect one another, and serenity cloaks the survivors in the drifting aftermath. It's not 60's psychedelic, but perhaps a little more expressive? Meh. I just work here. (And by work, I mean poke at things and scribble tripe.)
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There is nothing worse than being right. Instead of being right, then, try to be open. It is more difficult, and more rewarding.
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