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It was in a moment so brief. Our teeth clattered, as if we were two hungry, feral lovers. But I am drowning. And you do not offer me a hand, but say: do not against my love struggle, look into my eyes. And as I fall under, the swirling waters of ecstasy, I go one last time to the blissful call of silence.

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