📚 node [[2020 02 14 idontneedyou]]
Suck me into
that custard sweetness
I lit myself
on your Flame
(moth that I am)
Burned
Charred
Ash scattered
In sacrifice
Go ahead
cross your legs
ban me from your temple
if you must
I scatter in the winds
ash that I am
To reach the sky
(where parts of you hide)
I burned
So I could ride
the winds of love
to find you
everywhere
--everywhere, everything
this is your true temple
We are apart
So that we remember
We are never apart
📖 stoas
- public document at doc.anagora.org/2020-02-14-idontneedyou
- video call at meet.jit.si/2020-02-14-idontneedyou
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