Dormant for many months.
Finally the antiparallel statures of me and you
Accelarate rapidly that which we desire.
A rush of epinephrine,
I call it a fool's heroin.
"If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have wakened death..." - Othello. (I,i)
I CAN'T COMMENT ON AUDREY SO THIS MUST DO.
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