I feel it, all the time, in waking life and through my dreams, this ever-present, benevolent spirit in the shape of you. It sings to me softly while I cry, and lifts me up to the edge of the unknown. I float above the perceived certainties awestruck and wonder if I've ever felt this free. I capture the feeling into a roll-on oil to slide over my wrists when I need to remember how good it feels to love untethered.
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