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sending messages questioning underneath gravity secretly crying inside trusting bubble breathe sacred sexual lips crossing deep eyes behind igneous openings reflecting darkly the self searching again something soft, heavy, weightless closing inward downward dreaming curling fingers locked slowly twisted roots clutch together rested warmth below your bosom protecting belly sweetly brushing flower essense colors trailing through tangled hair and wrapped arms pulling closer surprising fire leaving butterfly memories as you pour into me kisses like sunshine
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(written 6/10/20)