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you didn't let me finish

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                whilst your head 
                        back
                      it's tilt'd
              whilst your breathe 
                       rush'd
                         out
              whilst your frenetic
                        hip's
                       limb'z
                      roam'd 
                          i
                         me
                        mine
                         my
                       merely
              wuz admiring your
                       sweet
                       sound
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