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[cinicolives]

And then he clutches my back-his fingers spread out like winter-stricken tree branches. Touch reawakens my spinal cord. I am brought back into the world through his tongue. Above me like a blind plough horse, the grotesque reemergence. He makes me good again with each kiss. His sweat is like holy water. I see myself becoming worthy through his eyes

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[imacreep08]

You write beautifully. Thanks for sharing.