The night moved slowly through steely rain tapping out a steady hum drum accompanied by a rattling of the pipes.
I lying amongst these ghosts of all the souls no longer embodied.
Bidden recumbent repose poised before a magma flow.
Then, the night wrapped around and slung rain against panes,
slapping blinds behind the other, open windows.
And the scent of you entered.
Full frontal and central.
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