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Freestyle #6


When I find myself alone with you, I can hear your mind buzzing. I imagine it busily drifting from one blooming idea to the next; deftly examining each leaflet for a grain of inspiration. It glides confidently in a clear pattern, and touches down with intentional precision.

After thorough exploration, the harvest of information is transported to your epicenter. There, the process of refinement is executed; producing the sticky-sweet flow of your consciousness.

I can't help but smile when it dribbles over your lips. I secretly delight in knowing how many leaves were turned over for a single ounce.

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    Jim M almost 7 years ago

    Great analogy! Really well written too

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