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Brittle and condensed
Soft and dispersed.
Charisma that brings out ambition
During the hour of temptation.
Falling, yes, I am falling
And he keeps calling me back again.
Our slimy bodies meet and assemble
With joy, my five senses tremble
Sound sleep, the sponges bulge
Day brightens and bewildered thoughts divulge.
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