let me go down to the sea,
in that bosom of a shell,
its not a dropp of water,
to consign the precious pearl,
into the mirror of night,
adorn yourself entire,
let me sleep like ashes,
down to the laps of fire,
till you have fondling surrounds,
get me inside and trap,
door, just open and close,
spaciously hide and swap,
this moment have in its bucket,
fruits of love, how long,
let me stay just hungry,
till take a bite my tongue...
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