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I am curling my fingers inwards
one by one like writings from the palm I am scrawling now not from the tip of my fingers in my palm I totally rebel against me this thought is stalking me an image burned on my retina: in winter he smilingly turns his gloves inside out filling them up with snow I uncurled my fingers and touched him once more he was completely pellucid from tip to toe especially in the sole of his foot that shallow indent caressing the road I sent my big toe out to that place pushing briskly three times and the huge gate I used to hang my orgasms up opened then I prepared my hands for being severed I leaned on my left shoulder and passed them to him, through the gate, several times to lift his spirit and again I was like in the passage of time as I liked saying and I threw myself on that bed like an old blanket in the middle of the town, a parking space with ‘have you paid and displayed’ sign.
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