sweating
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There’s nothing quite like the smellOf the gym’s weight room at 12:10 on a Tuesday night,Sweat rolling off in torrential waves as worrieswander away into the air vents.
I should ink my skin
with your name
as a permanent reminder
of the places you've kissed
our bodies melted together
a clay sculpture
two beings
one body
molded together
