This isn't right, I know when 'this' happens, and when it does, I don't like it or hate it.
It just flows through, singeing every follicle beneath my skin, like electromagnetic tremors and waves, transferring through each cell of my living system, echoing in ripples, crashing and heaving in molecular tsunami..it affects my thoughts into deranged fantasies and delirious wishes.
Strange sensations of pining, accentuated with the summer smells of this month from some time past, invoking a rapacious need to relive memories and hurt.
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