He would dip his clenched fists into the sheets, pulling all the sheets toward his hands. It was a thick, soft volume of the sheets under his hands. He let go of his hands and gently placed his body on the sheets. A mystery was etched in his mind for how long he would live like this forever, except what he wanted from the world. He hated everyone, he could not trust, his whole being was lustful, insatiable in his mind, a vague man whose hands were drowned in his thighs, he was satisfied, he had thousands of hands at once, which wrapped in all the tension, slowly became wild, at the height of the inflammation of tension Suddenly, the heat subsided, so that it could reach its peak again. With a different heat, it pulled the man down. The man's hands were tense. He was repeating the rhythm of dragging his feet on the sheets with a combination of soft and rough harmony.The man had just come from the bathroom. His heart longed for him. Christopher Columbus. Discovering the point of tension and flagging. The scent of wild jasmine placed itself in the man's arms, but the man had no feeling the man was dead
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Date: April 28, 2022
