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[the place between your lips and tongue
             that swallowed me]

            And so we touch ...

             And I melt into you
              my senses gone
              My senses gone
            My conscience flown

                     (so far away)
           And briefly I am freed

               from the chains
            which have become

                    Myself

              -Cassandra Allen

"Dorrien & the BF Hungarian Tower" by Sally Penner

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