Look at me. I'm burning for thee. Completely unexpected turn of color... of temperature, alight in fire and ice alike. I'm lost. Not fallen, nor suspended, unended and flying flighty free in me... finally. I twist word and phrase in vain attempts to clear my head, or rather to fill it full, brimming over and flowing under and around, surrounded of
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