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Life
Life
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Innocence assembles, haughtily and dense,
Beneath the frail skin of our souls.
Through the blossoms of your heart,
Outpours the melody,
Of our intoxicated lust.
Your taut bosom,
Unstitching your silky chemise;
On my lips, vehemently flows,
The milky nectar like a downpour.
