Come at me Life.
Hug me with your talons and rake scars across my chest and back that I shall proceed to continuously dig while begging for mercy at the same time.
A little paradoxical ball of whims and needs, desires, fancies and desperation.
Kiss me now.
The earth beneath shifts and cracks, tortures into convulsions of disastrous wrecks before welcoming into its womb.
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