You can lie back And stare at blue sky and white clouds. You can dream of flying up there, in the air. But it's just a dream. No one has wings. No one can fly. We're all stuck here on the ground.
She runs her hand up and down my spine. The room is silent But she makes music. She plays my body, strumming my vertebrae like a harp. She sends shivers down my back, and leaves me with ringing in my ears.
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