There is no void.

A love letter; a snapshot in time; a moment; a whisper.

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A sacred,
space for
adventure.

A fucking
tease of
a sentence.

An idiot in
sheep’s clothing.

A wolf who
can’t hide.

A soul, reborn.
A child, ignited.
A love that cannot die.

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This is a heart
with many songs
to its bow
& many strings
to be played
& many loves
to enjoy.

This is
formless, voidless
feeling.

This is
an ode
to joy
& liberation.

(Yes, another. Because we can never have enough of it.
And more is more is never lack)