fuzzy velvet smooth and silky soft
waves of fabric seduce contact
lingering caresses, fondle,
gliding, smooth the surface yet again
motions, simulating primordail
silent discourses, manipulating
thoughts and more thoughts
cottony clouds billowing out
cluster clustered, riding currents
streaming vents of flow
changing forms shapes and shadows
substances, called inorganic
semi quasi senses, psuedo faked
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