loving i was loving she was loving the night loving the express loving train to everything loving fire and motion loving well into all things loving more than quickly loving more than eyes can admit to loving a simple, armless tour of loving edge following and earnest loving with space loving was something we knew we wanted loving yet asked for and avoided loving because we had hurt our loving so much that hope and loving skin felt on the verge of ripping loving apart with vagueness loving and contamination loving and feer, the misspelled variety of loving hate of ourselves loving alone the world loving who touches no one loving was what i could see in our eyes loving mine matched in yours even loving early into the simple loving hello's and goodbye's loving like distance, loving closer than skin allows. loving it's expressed with a touchingly fast pulse. loving removing us from ourselves, loving a discomfort dreampt for, loving leapt for, loving despite our lack of eyes and balance. loving in the sound is a slow beat of hearing hope.
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