Spit and the talk was of how your debt was lessening. The saliva hovering over a sleeveless blouse. My arms lattice to your growth. Kisses that once reminded me of the sea, they rolled like waves covering the falling away. I have a beer coaster with your name on it, and glass that has squandered the opaque.
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