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Jul 2019
I echo your curves,
fluids push into every corner.
You hold,
your stance immaculate.

I am cocooned in your harmony,
your stability.
You flatter me.

Filled with the highest of energy,
we revel in our chambers of combustion.

We are not fossils yet.
Jack
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Jack
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