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A duration of love From the bottom, looking up My love has left for paradise My member on loan I am the receptive vesicle Thrusted Bone on bone. My thoughts fantasy, or not To the woman of Keats. He is not her mere onanism Deliverance of sweets. He is her purpose His glance she craves His adoring notice Affectionate praise Open the ornament To receive the dew. Separation Adoration Sweet dew I saw her through you My soul in love A glimpse of remembrance Expectation Adoration The lover of my essence. Contemplation Conjugation Sweet dew.
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