pilgrimage

 I clambor on,

high-fiving my soulmates.

We meet each other where we are:

at the palm of our hands. 

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  1. JoeyJanuary 26, 2022 at 7:32 PM

    yesss what a crucial observation. that's exactly where the high fivers are

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