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Suspension
Just inches away
but infinitely unreachable,
the cool comfort of the floor
eludes my straining toes.
Just a quiet, simple sound
but infinitely consuming,
a glass set down gently
sends my steady pulse racing.
Just a subtle scent
but infinitely telling,
wick burning and wax melting
sends goosebumps up my flesh.
Just a short time
but infinitely compelling,
these few moments of anticipation
set the stage for the night.
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