Lips press, hands touch as if it were a light breeze.
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The desire rest on the lips afraid to consumed as its true essence may only exist at this moment.
Hair combed with water.
The bats are coming beware.
Through motion, she is suspending gravity.
No shower today.
The lunar ox posing in a field.
Holding back tears or laughter.
Standing firm in a space of their own.
The attachment to a world of physical ramifications.