Fold Of Our Mouth

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just different

Kissing her was more than transcendent. I came to the realization that this one moment was infinite. Setting ourselves as a door. Revolving the same emotion that otherwise would flee. Thepexact teachings teachers and prophets set as the floor. We elevated. Our breath becoming the message stuffed in the folds of our mouths. Licked and sealed. We were but envelopes made of flesh. Our flaps left open, receiving the best of our former selves. We discussed the effects of paper once wet. Neither of us cared. Becoming one with another. Our fears smeared across our face. No longer a label our stamps fell off. We categorized ourselves the sender of mail we often thought to send. But as over thought occurs. We become shuffled around. Lost in thought. Until we mailed ourselves. Flaps left open