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misunderstanding #5 i presented to you a fantasy -- a remedy for the heat. bent at the waist, naked, supplicating, your thoughts agreed. with mouthfuls of ice, i cure. your mind diverges, melts, drips. your bones gasp, your vision twists. you crave intensity. you push back. you faint, but this pornography is not the point. when my mind is counterfeit, when lewd words push you far, believe that closeness is real, that i foresee you. believe that heights remain for you to pull me through, that this pornography is not the point.
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