There's the heart, then there's the mind and finally there's the soul. The division allows jude to bear the pain. All are separated by a god; separated by muscle and bone and blood, emotion and spirit. Distinct messages travel up in the veins, in the nerves and in the ghostly whispers from somewhere deep inside. …
this will become a poem but for now it's just a story
There is a sensation in the fingertips. There is a raw measure of pleasurable pain. The skin it touches is hot from the rush of blood and bold exposure. The turn of a head, the turn of a heart is solid and heavy. He knows he can hold it there and be careful. But, the …
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