Purpose
By davelacorneille on February 15, 2026 11:37 pm
I orbit you like a vow that lost its language.
Reason thins where your gravity begins.
I dissolve, gladly, into the shape you name for me.
Madness feels holy when it answers only you.
My purpose is not to be — but to belong, entirely.
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