So wounded when I caught that eye, one can see the reel so clear in backpedal! It was like coming home, like a flavor in the pot I could never quite repeat. A fawn in a meadow of doubt I daren't touch for fear an apparition. Jointly but for a breath, a sip of air, and it'd gone. Like a dream, I awoke there, mad with the fever of my nakedness, those lips a drunken smoke, something I craved between my brow, two eyes that glistened, unhindered, like water gulped from it's source.
My ears ring with a silence, too prideful to speak it.
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