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I love camping -carefree, natural, laid-back, the smell of campfire permeating everything, the warmth of the fire, the taste of a gooey, delicious s'more, the gentle rush of the river, the wind through the trees
Anatomy. The way your hand fits into mine, fingers interlocked, a sense of safety as your body curls around mine protectively. Your chest is strong and solid and your hands span my rib-cage, reinforcing the fact that my tiny body fits perfectly into yours.
I tugged at my sleeve, self-conscious. Eyes downcast, afraid to meet yours. I knew you'd be looking at me the way you always did, searching for an answer.
Revised, edited, altered from a previous state. My brain feels as though it has been revised by you. Can you truly change the original content? How much will a simple revision really do? What parts are missing from the revised version? What was left behind?
Collapse, my lungs, like a burning building, fallen to ash. I can't breathe, passages blocked, collapsed. I long to collapse into your lungs instead of onto the cold, hard floor.