uhhh abrasive
everywhere
the weather, the moments, there's a current of desire in the water
smokey urban, purple funk
the city's ravaging everything, me. It's all lost in the sound of the rain, but not,
I can feel it
all these colours writhing in my hands
abrasive satin
again...tiny bits of sensations
pulled out from underneath skin
touch
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