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You dug me
Out of the earth and
Molded my shape
To your will
When it was necessary
We would collapse
Into each other
Smothering our potential
And robbing our future
We would rock through the night
With gentle hip movements
And soft fingertips
Painting ourselves
In the mud of creation
I would flirt
With the edge
Hoping to fall
Just to feel you catch me.

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