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Your Cordilleran-like body
Puts a durable lock on my throat.
Smooth skin, like a calm river,
Into which I want to dive deep in.

Curved waist, bending my thoughts
Into an indecent path, I will confess.
Even if ephemeral,
I wish to feel such vessel with my hands—

In a black dress, as dark as night,
With I hoping the moon never sets.

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