Caress that sectile space.
A dream of damaged determinant in distant destiny.
Naught distant. Due now!
Tied lithe limbs.
Ready for bidden behaviour
Listed before. In this state. And places to be.
Hidden, unfound, below ground.
Unfounded suspicions - a truth to lie upon.
Snatch scalpel, sharp-contrast against supple skin.
Don't be shy. Dig in!
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