My words still have that effect on you, don't they - a drug you have not forgotten the taste of. I haven't either, but when its your skin that's being taken, things always feel off. Why is the coldest night your only fear? You have forgotten the warmth of friction, the intentional energy, potential and infinite, into our cores. Our core. Can you learn to take the handle, the knife, the wood on the steel, take the stem, the roots, the berry and the thorns, take the morsels and turn them into kinetic laughter. They dropped from the sky once, yes. Better them than you.
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