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Upon that table top
In that darkened room
You kneaded the fibres of my being;
I floated past the moon.
You felt my heartbeat quickening,
And brought me to my breath,
You held me in a moment
And pushed me to my depth.
Your fingers danced across my skin
Oiled by the outpour of the ground
You told me what I needed
All without a sound.

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