touching divine, we were so alive. we sank in our skin like serpents. the wake was significant. the night hid in our lips, maudlin and naked. a geranium nose when we were left alone. a slender leg in the bath; crystal clear. the sonance of love in your cat, the cosset. the ghost in the piano. the haunt in the rhyme. the taste in the ring of the
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