Portmanteau
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We slip, we recover, we clasp and gasp in mortal struggle. We are human, whose form and meaning is derived from a blending of two or more distinct forms, worlds, infinities. We are portmanteaus.
Well what am I , a girl with ink to spill and thoughts to ramble. Just a shoreline in love with the ocean.
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