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Intertwined wings as birds, extra pair with hands tucked in armpits. Head snuggled in neck, close enough for kiss but satisfied for now with pounding heartbeat announcing that Muse has not yet met defeat. It happens sometimes, backslide to animal when words run dry, of inspiration a lull.