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Let’s go back up to your house, take our clothes off, and just push and pull ourselves until we’re deep inside of sleep. And with your body next to me, its sleepy sighing sounds like waves upon a sea too far to reach. But I’ll gather up my men and try to sail on it again, and we’ll walk and quietly talk all through the country of your skin, made up of pieces of the places that you’ve dreamed and that you’ve been. We will sleep outside in tents upon this unfamiliar land, and in the morning we’ll awake, as a foreign dawning breaks, my men and I we will awake and try