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…st her, and I am kneeling up, trying to look upon her, to steal consummation from the sight of her. But her shape is indistinct, a memory: only glimpses remain, like pieces of a broken statue behind my closed eyelids. In the end, the only image I have is the beautiful tension around her navel; but then she breathes,…
Cody Kmochova
✍ Posy Churchgate
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