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Inherent Swimming
Stepping past the crater towards your door, I am reminded of warm days surrendered in flowery abandon while brushing against cool veins of leafy promise, requiring only the slightest compassion for the flow of life. The scope of our crusade sings bitter, like absinthe in a Fanta bottle; tangs of anise and wormwood persist within ether's truthful vision resisting factory flavors in a curtain, velvet reminders of flesh. Lap your moistened shape. You dissolve, my expectant sugar cube, no longer made jagged by expectation or campaign but fragile again, doughy in blissful rapture upon my snacking, curling up in a fetal calm until we flow once more with the surge propelling us entangled yet unencumbered, finally breathing our amniotic potential within this spiritual umbilical making my stomach spin within these tugs of finality, despite my carpenter's heart yearning to mend or create. Do arrogance and industry compel mankind's devastation? Such a question drifts unanswered as I kiss your wrist before strapping on my boots to hurl my blood into the fray.
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Book: Shattered Sighs