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"I cannot feel anything more than what I feel in your arms and under your finger tips as you trace my shoulders and left breast with the beauty mark standing in the middle holding its breath for you. I feel everything around us and within me when you are near, and this is how it goes in a little room in my mind; I want the salt of your tears, the weight of your laughter in my left ear, the sound of your bones cracking under my grip in a wet morning like the sound of white doors in an old inn to sink into my thirsty skin."