I am within and with doubt Corners merely cornered Meters running out Here, at last a moment, a moment's last- ing (re)doubt
Hinted on skin, Winter wind, Chills beget our watching Of the time we passed through Not assuming, simply tasting The salty savory tense that was, and felt, and left for now Where we dreamed the stuff of man Kindly holding us in time's embrace
Though behind as we bear on, An orgastic collision, a circumstance, It is so undeniable and warm, The time we passed through
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