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|forty six|

"her head rests upon his rising chest,
it rises and falls like the waves of a calm sea.
yes, a calm sea.
everything that he is,
and everything that he's making her to be.
she'd feel like she's floating, 
and hear his pattern of breathing,
and feel his fingers stroking,
and in those, she'd find the calming of a storm that once raged inside her."