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didn't your mother
warn you, soft kisses come with  
*e m p t y  promises
s.a.b.
The wind wears your body;
I open the curtains of your being,
My touch wears your skin,
The spectre of your silhouette
Is a ghost of my desire:

We tear the night apart.
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