The devil twinkling of an eye,
The shape, the look of you,
Not being privy to your scent,
Sound of your words resound, resonating,
Ripples the head; sets on thinking,
Unthought things,
Base things, but natural, absolute,
Such as,
I want to sleep inside you.
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