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Tenderly, her arms could hold me, but not from this unhinged world, as we’re spinning and spinning. My gravity will never let me fall. Feeling her body tight against mine wouldn’t change a spectrum of light, like blue eyes that cried clear tears, darkening only the hues they settle on. Tasting lips pressed against mine wouldn’t create an increased hunger, but only a feast for this greed that broods in my coldest night. Sweet scent of beaded sweat glistens from our torsos locking embrace, angularly adjacent in this darkness in momentary shadowed excitement. Don’t whisper my name in my ear, because I don’t want to hear the sounds of the world revolving, spinning, falling in love with somebody it holds, someone who fears love.
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