TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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01.22.03, wednesday morning
For now, former sadnesses are abandoned. Into oblivion, the doubts get squished, nothing but tiny black insects disintegrating under emotions, memories, gestures, this unruly body, tender and grand, collecting between us, sharing and carrying it with us where we go.