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Swimming, I am, to you, but the tides I have to fight are eroding my armor. Mostly naked, I am, I cannot fathom the day, I bear you nothing but my skin. Why? Whatever I do hide, is the pure

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Waiting For You …

Stabbed, Strangled and Cut in pieces, Even the waves cease as they sweep across my face. Longing, Breathless and the Pleasure of whisper, Bright rays heal and the mist shreds away. Waiting For You… Broken, Shattered and Battered down, The

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