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Like a deep fissure, an ever-burning knee-deep desire for intimacy. The heart, a vessel for visceral feel reverberating against thy rib cage. Urge to settle, sickening inertia violently shifting your sense of self. Unsettled soul and sudden withdrawal from skin contact, breast against thy chest haunt like substance abuse. Thoughts roaming upstairs intend to descend, and cloud judgment. Hardened tarmac envelops from beneath, and pools of water so bitter carry forth the tax man whilst it is the warmth of a stranger you crave. A glance poleward flashes back a picturebook to your past, and future chapters soon to be written. You wish to be scolded no longer and seek the trap to your falling leaves.
