A virtual “mailbox” for laid-back poetry of love and life, that doesn’t take itself too seriously. This is a small corner of the poetry world which seemed to be missing on Medium, and so a chill little home was created.
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Love is the opposite of fighting nature
Translucent clothes ripping. What bravery to go so deeply. Bare bones, eyes salivating. Before you, I was unsafe. The mirrors were unstable, then I found myself in yours. You sunwalking, sapient, indestructible peach bubble wrapping, revealing, caring, consuming my dark matter: sought your mystic embrace —I release with trust, mischief
A virtual “mailbox” for laid-back poetry of love and life, that doesn’t take itself too seriously. This is a small corner of the poetry world which seemed to be missing on Medium, and so a chill little home was created.
