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I saved it all for you,
love that flows from glaciers.
When you touch me,
I am eighteen again;

a young breast falling,
into perfect shape,
a slender neck sloping,
into exquisite drape.

I saved my soft heart for you,
held by your crystal blue eyes,
and sighs that come undone,
by our naked truth.

Let us expose the devotion,
of our impulses in motion,
to scatter the passage of light,
in the melting pockets of ice.

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