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It's smooth, this feeling, waiting for something Great to happen. You can feel it slip by and over you brush against shoulders, maybe freckled, and breeze through your eyelashes It's a quiet moment loud, LOUD outside but for a moment a quiet moment something great will happen You can feel it The pressure, like a weight in the air Humidity it's sticking to you Your fingers are moved by it You can taste it on your lips &
