Images, just flashes through the soft skin.
Shield against darkness, against distance.
I still taste the sweat of your neck,
the smell of the sunshine between fingers.
The voice goes deep in my memory;
place full of crystals reflecting her face.
And i still breathe the salt of the ocean.
dying upon her perfect sight,
and I see my hands in yours...
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