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Dream World

Your silken skin, trembling to the touch A scent of sandalwood, wafts as to soar Your pant, accentual-syllabic verse Beat ever faster, no ration of time Awkward moments as two become one An everlasting symphony of fire Quenched, after the crescendo of the night Descending from a dream all in my mind

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