will I feel anything with you? Id asked myself as I stared at her, will there be anything there after the afterglow, that doesn't sound too awful to mention, or something connective yet virile and savage, some unspoken tension, that only our bodies can comprehend, that even years of intention and efforts can only yet glimpse, but still pass between one another, in those moments of contentment with each other, that we'd shared together, that couldn't manage to turn back, to reconcile, in that one moment, of that one argument, so long ago...
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