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.... Just as his bleached lines send me, Flying, where the cumulus plays; Wet excitement, the single factor, Clouding my rational reasoning, My veins hum, a sub for the shiver; Movement he said to restrict. The stimulation of beginning, Pulses still, as lavender stripes join, Creating colored contrast against skin, To secure, to decorate; the masterpiece, Of tissued canvas and tinted hemp ties.
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