We insinuated ourselves into that other world. Portal to placid pulchritude. A songland of fleshy furrows, jellyfish trees, multi-stamen blossoms. That cardinal dug through offal and leavings. A burrowing in decomposing leafmass. Coition, thrusting inside us, that world was an onslaught and then dissappeared.
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