pretty please

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Shhh, this is a private conversation.
A pretty please and mysterious one,
nestled between the Moon and Sun
that took form somewhere far away,
the spoken language has the diction
of sensuality, perfectly symmetrical
with the habit made by scars of love
and of the dominant longing. Carnal.
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This is a private conversation. Shhh.
It's not to be imposed, but to be felt.

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