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seconds before the crash

 
I feel clean cotton, warmth
rubs my cheek, I inhale your
black T

back muscles tense, gears shift
with tarmac curves — my arms clasp
closest

around your ribs, as I press tighter,
safer here. I hear your happiness,
sunlit

my eyes squint against the rush,
hair tresses torn loose, skim across
my lips

the road bared, open, knowing
we won’t stop for miles. this
is bliss



Atakti
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