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// 33. 
// Story: Sapphic Figments 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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Soft neck against my skin,
once garlanded with marriage flowers,
anointed with precious and royal perfumes,
breathing,
warm,
whispering,
In the hollow of your chest I find myself,
...entwined of spirit, hoof to heart