The long and short of it lasted more so
than anything she'd seen, and it left her
– panting – sweating – and looking up at him –
both still slightly discombobulated –
Strewn about the vase the petals a vestige of a gone beauty randomly, perhaps Gathering the withered soft and dead dryness the mind but wa...
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