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a swelling tide of emotion
is the rip current of a chasm negligence.
:::


Ego closed the tab,
but i am still drinking...

annd yoeur the bartenderrrr.


:::


materialism: surely you must have
a desire for such delicacies!

minimalism: oh I do! Very much so!

materialism: then where are your delicacies?

minimalism: within me. my desires are delicate.


:::


fingerprint printing
on top of palm-boat, [pausing], walking,

moving slightly more, [pausing],
palm-boat flipping, capsizing,

finger drawbridge rising, rising, rising,

locked.


:::


go ahead. throw the beach ball
out into the ocean and watch

while is floats right back
to the shore;

it may drift briefly, but it will return.
account for the waves---the wind.

do not exhaust yourself.
the beach ball will never sail;

Love cannot navigate the thought,
"i'm not good enough."


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