Tag Archives: liminal

Pulse

Pulsing magnanimously, we run on, unfinished, the edges only rumors duly dispelled by the raptures of liminal motives.

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Icy Hot

Between worlds, vying for merger, the reigning glacial celibacy of stars, and the marvelous frisson of pure mortal throb— Where you are not, find your ghost’s bluest breath of want upon a mirrored caste of longing.

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