I feel the breeze of my life with curiosity,
An eagerness to know everything about you,
Where no vice accost my dignity,
Anytime I'm around you.=>
There I remember the day we meet,
It was like a fractured bone,
Which can be turned to meat,
In collaboration with crafted lone.=>
I remember your dazzling chest,
And your gorgeous lips,
Which has sent me to the west,
To prove my love without hips;
Which has forgone hollowed spade,
That can be used to weigh sand.
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