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The summer breeze brought the sweet feel of you
Gliding across my skin.

Weakened to the knees.
Slow breath.
Slight touch.

And with the twinkling sound of leaves
My hearts pushing, legs grasping.
Full of memory.
Mmm.

Hums of machines move past me, back and forth. And back again.

Our silhouettes hide between the space.
Quietly maneuvering.
Constantly behaving.
And so tired.

this mind never corrupts.

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