Life gets filthy messed up. One time it’s on a losing end. Another it soars high across the infinite of possibilities. Like orgasms, you can’t fake it. You have to absolutely indulge in that fleeting moment – of metaphorical desires and cheap innuendos. And whatever it is that you take your chance on grab it like it’s yours. Your property. Your life. Because amidst the trade-offs and costs, the twists and the turns gyrate on your wishful hands.
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