slow suit and tie dancing. Why not jump into a field of butter yellow daffodils? Well when you land it's a tube of water, a deep tub of cold.
A beautiful lamb falls in with you, she's 17 and you feel your clothes slide off. For a while, you hold each other as white and scared pieces of a whole. As you learn to press against each others thin skin, you understand the warmth between one another and begin to direct the arms, moving one hand up, dragging water to the cheek bone, and another reaching downwards softly for hollow. If you open your eyes after, you find yourself in the deep freezer, going down.
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