& the memory in the black tea is a metallic tannin taste that sits on the very tip of my tongue & reminds me of the river we swam in last summer as the leaves turned the water brown & it was the colour of your eyes that drowned me in the currents of your hair as I sought the bottom of your neck with my nose & your skin smells salty & secret & lush & swift hands suddenly
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