winter warm and wet rain. we are in the boot stealing mud with our digging. later we will wash our bodies with our rough hands and minty soap. thank you for your sleeping form. thank flesh and blood and musk. only strangers can really smell our smell and how it mixes. we breathe and mix breath so long that you lungs know my lungs. lately we have not. lately we have grown so together that we mingle with the furniture and blend with the cushions. when i lay my head on your breast it is my breast. sometimes when the cat is sleeping on your head i think you have new hair.
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