The body becomes its own corset.
Past, present, and future exist as a single force.
A swing without gravity soars to a terrifying height.
The outlines of people and things dissolve.
Countless poets
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The body becomes its own corset.
Past, present, and future exist as a single force.
A swing without gravity soars to a terrifying height.
The outlines of people and things dissolve.
Countless poets