Momentarily, what you have alone in the night when it is day, like the telephone call getting over being old and you think where did I put my eyes when I had the opportunity to touch without them, having lost them when they were exactly where they were supposed to be? The sound of water falling made even the fantasy unbearable, like imagining other lovers with and without your hands.

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