The feeling of a finger tracing letters on your back. Only your skin doesn't resist its touch but gives way, allowing the hand to fall inside you and tug out a cord of submerged truth, something you couldn't see before and never conceived of, but then must have known all along.
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The feeling of a finger tracing letters on your back. Only your skin doesn't resist its touch but gives way, allowing the hand to fall inside you and tug out a cord of submerged truth, something you couldn't see before and never conceived of, but then must have known all along.
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