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If I could trace my existence
in the curve of your neck
or live eternal in the small slope
between shoulder-blades - tasting with my tongue
the elixir of eternity
the salt from your skin is
I think forever should not daunt me
if this be my damnation --
my fingertips navigating the globe
finding the axis
where spine ends and
the heat of your
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