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The taste of your kiss lingers sweet on my lips. Your eyelashes rest silently, sentinels gaurding your undreamt dreams. Love courses through me, a shiver and your breath feels like the touch of falcon's wings on my shoulders.
Maybe, when you sleep beside me, I can fly...

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I'm sitting in the Loft, writing and essay beside Nick, who is doing likewise.
I turn around and he's sitting with one of his texts open on his head.
He looks at me and says " I have discovered...that osmosis doesn't work."


...oh dear.

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Mmmmmm, 0600 bath. Almost as good as 0300 beach.
I should get some sleep.