The Ocean Goes on for Miles I want to be a body whose form to you is words, and words alone. And Here, you forget my skin, and the shape of me; not a man nor a woman, but a voice that speaks only, to you. An idea, a whisper, ruffling the pages of your mind. Read more articles Previous PostLetters to Ourselves #2Next PostFar This Post Has One Comment Robin 16 Oct 2021 Reply Love this Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentEnter your name or username to comment Enter your email address to comment Enter your website URL (optional) You Might Also Like The War We Must Never Lose June 28, 2020 The Cage April 26, 2018 Transpose July 6, 2021
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