I'll believe every story that your touch implies, your skin is like something I read long ago, the specifics long since forgotten but the message is a familiar vapor carried wherever I will go. Make me remember you again. Make my blood surge until I'm all sensation and instinct submitting to where you lead, my back against a damp tree. The sky's thunder identical to the pulse that

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