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I know what they’re like; lounging, sleepy, drunk. Crawling into them…I’ve. When I’m wondering what they’d look like laughing like the greatest song, like a new river breaking through desert making canyons for people to revere in years to come. Prays for this…I’ve. I don’t dare imagine them above me, moving rhythmically, while you make noises in my face, while you bless me with drops of sweat. I will never close my eyes then…I’ll.