There's this thing:
I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway.
The Eternal One.
Darling, would you let me draw you out? Make the inherent kernel explode, beautifully?
I am stupefied:
A well has been given me, a treasure-trove of healing bestowed upon me, The Imploder replenishing, refurbishing. . . realizing. . .
I am inebriated, constantly.
I am drawn nearer to you, Blessed. . .
I am silent;
my eyes opened.
Darling, would you let me draw you out? Make the inherent kernel explode, wonderfully?
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