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Night

Hit with it,
At night
The longing.

To be filled
Motion swayed.
Engulfing you,
With scents,
Senses sitting atop
Precipices.
Teetering there,
Mind fuck
Fucking with
Me.

Distance....time...
Mind fuck.

Written by looloolookie
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