energy-iminence, pulses-alive, nerves-racing, mind shaking body quaking *feel that dance-vibe-groove i lie awake, nothing nebulous in this sententious existence: reveling in the inkwell hour; fast-crumbling creative urges flinging about; clashing with my halcyon idealogy that doesn't wish to wonder: how much longer can i just enjoy writing, deducing, creating in the middle of the night before summer Herslef must surrender?Birth sign: Taurus
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