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| Gracious hips and this is what is am into become us into now And the gentle scrape of nails on skin. Skin is what we are after, and hair, and youth. Cheek to cheek as warm breath makes new sounds crossing ears. This would be me forever. I do not remember this from futures past entirely now We are in you. Languid with before�s heat, i and you warm summer blankets against December. |