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We built an anthill, just the two of us; by the end there was dirt in my mouth and sand in between my nonexistent toes. Persistence is key, but I’m not sure if we ever finished – I’m claustrophobic from the collapse and don’t see how I could ever go in there again.
But we deal with each other’s little problems. Tolerate them. I love you, fondle you with my antennae even though I don’t need to. Because I want to feel you.
Though I’m not sure if my brain is big enough to harbor that type of feeling, I can’t really say because I’m not actually any sort of specialist or know-it-all on ants and this
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Literature
electromagnetism
We built an anthill, just the two of us; by the end there was dirt in my mouth and sand in between my nonexistent toes. Persistence is key, but I’m not sure if we ever finished – I’m claustrophobic from the collapse and don’t see how I could ever go in there again.
But we deal with each other’s little problems. Tolerate them. I love you, fondle you with my antennae even though I don’t need to. Because I want to feel you.
Though I’m not sure if my brain is big enough to harbor that type of feeling, I can’t really say because I’m not actually any sort of specialist or know-it-all on ants and this
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Berry
In my mind;
there is a room disguised as a white, padded bubble. It's an insane asylum to the visitor, a porthole to permanent resident(s).
The walls don't lock you in.
In my room,
there are fields of mulberries, a beating sun when you need it and always clear nights with cicadas and full moons; unless you want a thunderstorm. Or light rain. Or skies brightened by snow, white clouds; a full night's sleep for a child who's afraid of the dark.
I always loved the darkness.
I could sit at my window; stare at it; sing with it, dream with it. The north star was a fathering light and the moon came to visit like an uncle;
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