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It Was the Cricket's Song That Saved Them There was no wind and he could feel her breath at the back of his neck. "Your poetry shines on my skin like sweat," she sang, almost like a psalm. His soft sigh sank into the abyss. Her kiss began at his cheek then moved, full mouth and wet with the taste of pears, over the far reaches of his soul. The tide rose and they were almost lost. It took all of a cricket's song to pull them from the depths, to bring them back, back to the surface of a sinful sea. |
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