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fiction? not so much. more like friction, teeth on teeth, palm on palm, making heat, making sound

to write, to get it together, but mostly to spit it out like a tooth

"If I could dive into the other, like it was an ocean, caressed by its water, I'd lose myself forever."

on the verge of sleep on the tip of my tongue

there is something fantastical even in making tea...

to not forget, or (at least), to write it down

i must not forget...

and with that exhalation, i remember my life.

i am a mythical creature, almost a fantasy. but i have lived, if only through these stories...

i remember all of my words. some of them i can even recite. i remember all of my worlds. some of them i can never even know

i give the world to a flower and with that i let them both live