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If only I could listen to exactly what you hear when you press your head against those striped green colored pillow cases. It would be as if we were both underwater, together. Sleeping, swimming together. We could open our eyes without distrust, no tears. We could feel our rainy slippery skin slither on our skin with grace, wet swimsuits sticking to our bodies in a widely variety of shapes, you could even feel water fighting to fill the space between the fabric and our bodies against no one's will, shaping what's not shapeable, playing together, all at the same rhythm, all three, four, five of us, a hundred thousand, deep into the seabed, beating with pleasure our heartbeat's delight, the gradients of sound, all of us submerged, better sunken, tonight, in our skin, tomorrow night, together, all at the same pace.

Yours in the meantime, the heartbeat, at day or at night.

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