I feel like the water in an atoll
Surrounded by your thin strip of land
You don't occur within me
Instead you're all around me
I can't see where my hands end
And yours begin
Friday, July 12, 2013
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Abstruse discourses on esoterica, travel, violence, text from songs, prophecy, real pain yours and mine, fetishes of the religious and sexual variety, heresies, profanities, life everlasting, theosophy, love letters, essays on ancient religions etc by Zack Kouns esq
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