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| touch of silentnow on her aching breast dispersed a night drenched with deep unease that clung like mist, seeping into nerve and sinew with a chill that whispered something evermore unendurable � now she ties the ribbons of a love song to her pain and wonders if she could change form, perhaps become a river, the wind his breath upon her liquid skin � and you are beloved sunset, pouring from the sky upon my velvet ocean, colours spilling wildheat deep like silentblood into my liquid heart and in the morning seagull songs are birthed above the waves of you and i, still turning in the soft of underneath |
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