orgasms remind me of sunlight
something rich, striking, hot
touching you reminds me of sunlight
you make me feel that way:
aching
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
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orgasms remind me of sunlight
something rich, striking, hot
touching you reminds me of sunlight
you make me feel that way:
aching
