And I wish this was a dream a cherished dream come true. And as I think this thought I also knew the real is never the conceptual. The dream , a world without a practical consequence, a word, a thought under erasure. Does it hurt to think and dream, a world where nothing is a sin, where nothing begs for forgiveness, where I create myself and immediately dissolve before time, the hunter tracks me down and nails me, puts me down under a selective square of a parody of what I made of me. an abstruse symbol, a watery grave where everything flows , nothing is held. And in the very moment of saying this I know, how I yearn to create a body, a body that I could call You, a body, a You that will give me a name, a name that will never be erased Shared privately • View activity The Cloberth +1 Food for thought. Thank you + Sushama Karnik REPLY Nov 13, 2015 Sushama Karnik + The Cloberth Thank you very much that it...
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