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If the heat was bothersome, my antics would have come to an end having shone a bright but brief light.
I’m neither here nor there, where I am is inside you in need of more than a hum.
In search of your wet spots, the well that never run dry.
The rush is all encompassing, this is a first and the first of many.
In you I have found the meaning to ecstacy.