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The dust of other’s imaginations  Echoes through a mind That is one with them I am built by their imaginings The ashes of their thoughts  For I am one with them Brick and mortar I am created Through the eyes of the onlooker Not imaginary, but I am one with them I bleed through the flesh And I imagine death For I am one with them Towards my destination We know that it will never be For me to be one with them Yet, we wonder what is imagined  Not knowing its conception While life decides my fate Not knowing its intention Because I am one with them

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Sex is one of my favorite things, let me tell you why.

For me, it is an act of presence: being there with another, engaged in their existence, and manipulating their feelings. When I was younger, I idolized the feminine form while subconsciously detesting the feminine spirit. I'm not going to get into what made me that way, but I've always gotten along better with...
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I'm back, and I feel like socializing? What? Why? Who wants to talk to anyone these days?

- this guy

slide into my DMs, before I slide into yours

shalil:
Welcome back 🥰
sattine:
Heyy! Welcome back! ❤️