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Ironic Space
by Tiger
Lilly
The willow weeps
with joy.
Her supple limbs long and
seek and strain for that
hundredth of a second
touching base
contact with a coveted
phantom lifeforce.
He is buried in earth but
briefly surfaces.
a tender with ~power~...
more give than take...
His grounded strength wills
her dormant sap to flow.
He moves her;
shakes her core of isolation.
She writhes in painful ecstasy
with ~grace~
and glory.
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