A soft blue light erases my memory, Crosses the depths of space to reveal my suburban Elysium. Our soft linen basin feels exquisitely isolated, Like an undiscovered subterranean cavern, or a vast, billowing cloud, Floating silently through the troposphere. We talk of everything. And nothing. Your kiss sends a surging current right through me. I …
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