It must be taught, sometimes trained.
Only delicately forced, by choice.
Desire and drive, to a specific end.
That’s the pleasure of one. And the other who relents.
The absence thereof is the sorrow of another one.
Swelling into dew kissed morning wettness.
What can you do?
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I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
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