I want to look at his leg;
I want to see every fibre of it.
that one obscure bump with the strands
the horizontal red ocean beaming with its bright pureness,
like an apple that shall not be eaten; it's alluring.
Next to it is another and they are so enraged.
some are more fresh than
others
maybe,
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