thoughts, works of fiction

Heat

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Sometimes when we are together, I feel like we are melting, drop by drop into a saturated mess. Slowly, our liquids start to combine into a perfect metallic mixture, until we are one. Golden.

In those moments I press you to me and stab my fingernails into your naked back wanting to compress you into me, so we never have to be separated again.

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