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There is nothing about you that is new to me.

We sleep on domestic soil ~~ it is embedded in our souls.

Sweet submissions.



We breath static air, it invigorates us.

Your thoughts, like your fingers, invade me,

almost before you speak them.



In solitude, our waves pound against each other,

visiting familiar shores. I linger in the

warmth of your compliances.



How is it that you came so near and did not drift?

I drift into the depths of you, deeper and deeper, until

I rest, lying here in the thunderstorm of your emotions.