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Silken is smooth sand
so is my tender skin
Soft is the light of the dawn i
so is the murmur in my heart.
Waves grow in their roar
so does the turmoil in me
I can feel it, the beauty of being
and the pain of carrying it
and the softness of curves
and the yearning of the flesh
I am caught in covering it up
and yet looking on with hope.
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