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You still return,open mouthed,trying to find a holeto fit tongue in.I’ve moved beyond the spaceyou placed me in,melted into stream,clear bubbles on brown stone.You’re hungry for a piece ofharlequin of tastes;a noon day feast of colourto coat your darkness.Nothing left to pay,we bend and stretch awayremember whisper of windon rain squalled beach,the lonely shadow of a kisstide swept.