I
accidentally squeezed lemon juice on my left-hand seemingly
stigmata-reminiscent wound that I received at the aggression of a rough pistol, I
was learning to load it, only now in citric-acid pain do I remember that my
desire for you transcends all other feelings, even pain and fear make me want
you, in the heat of the moment I muttered not a curse but your name, and I
savored it on my tongue before licking the cut on my palm.
It
healed within hours.
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