20.August.18


Thigh absorbed brunt of the jeel. Now, ice cools and presence calms.

Comfort is welcome to the point of satiety; even when the pain settles, staying ensures senses remain okay.

Encounter with scoundrelism may leave a mark black and blue, but hands of the right kind heal instead.

After reflection shivers as if a squamous entity brushes near, refocus points on the present and its balm of closeness. : )

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