This all must seem so surreal
This place Its like a vortex of compassionate skill Re-lative thoughts feelings and ambition Its that thing you long for but can't quite envision That cold that you warm throughOr that heat that you storm through Multiple loves your torn through That familiar sensation someones else is going through Here you have no reason to hide No instinct to lie Where you don't depend onwhat you look likeWhats your typeWho you knowOr what's alrightThis is the one stop shopThe Swiss army knifeThe Walmart of proportionThe poetry site