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In the valleys of my mind, I see you,
standing in the way of my convictions.
Free as a bird you fly to me,
and become the sword of my vindiction.
In the valleys of my mind I see you.
You're dressed in lunar light opaque.
My arms open wide to seek you.
But oh, so deep you drive your stake.
I reach into the clouds and find you resting there.
Your sleep so sound, your breasts so bare.
The hourglass, your shape, so airy, so fair.
A violin, a cello, to you I must compare, for their strings when touched resonate in my heart.
When I kiss your womanhood; your walls come crashing down.
In your walls I weep, in your walls I drown.
And as I inject you with my passion and desire,
I receive in turn, the grace and the burning of your fire.
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