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i can tell you taste like sky
'cause you look like rain



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for the first time in 16 months, i actually felt something akin to raging violent bloodred passion last night. sometimes the right pairs of hands, lips and eyes are all a man needs to feel himself again.

with my fingers entangled in her hair and my teeth dancing along her collarbone she brought me back to life with her soft pliant pleas. after, skin salty and cool with dried desires, sleep came like a mountain to press me down into spent oblivion. letting go never felt so good.

thus reconnected, my eyes are open.