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From the Coast to Madrid Sway enlivened undersides of warm knees. Rubbing against plastic seats, under layers of skin woke – tingling, stuck to the train’s motion - melting. We were pressed full length, strangers who each had chocolate spice warmed by heat friction of being together in Spain with only a window cracked. Our origins pretend a quiet barrier. Then the friction connection soothed sameness in sweat rhythm. |
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