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she said "i am that" i said "that i am" they said "what's that?" we nailed ourselves down to an idea running round in circles circumscribing the vague notion of ambergris lightly placed at the borders of your lips in the hope that i might find myself between the last word and the next in that world between your hips and the realm between your texts no longer hot or cold a thrust between folds of my mind not much different than any other combination of letters or rhymes without parting space or time the caress across a polished screen i can almost feel the tremble of your thigh almost, almost as i scroll myself down to that place where i reply.