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I’m in a moment of rest,
A moment of pulse.
A moment of want, it roots deep and sweet.
Quiet always.
Wet always.
Ready always.

I’m in a moment of love,
A moment of lust.
A moment of need, it blooms soft.
Hungry always.
Swollen always.
Fading always.

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