Those legs,
Those thighs,
Corridors explored in full,
Truths that go with lies,
The way they spoke,
The things they shared,
Warm to the touch, as no feeling was felt at all,
I watched myself fade in a dream,
Oceans that cater to everything felt along the foamy shore,
A cool hush that lights the candles horizon,
Just as it sets above the shore,
Those legs,
Those thighs,
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