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6:08 p.m. - 2001-05-14 layers of wet, strands of vein, last faint trace of rain toes brush toes and hands skitter playfully over a face, taste the air like sugar on a dream, thick wet soil like deep, roll down and through the stream whisper breathe kiss shhhhh the second skin will claim you, the ground will pulse beneath you. a design behind ebony open vision plunging curves and swirling water. touch me to ensure my presence. to feel you feel me makes me feel free.
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