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When I hear his name,
every hair on my body bristles with desire. When I see the moon of his face, I grow moist like a moonstone. When that man as dear to me as breath steps close enough to stroke my neck, the thought of jealousy is shattered in my heart, which, sometimes, can be hard as diamond. - Amaru, Amarusataka 58 posted at 10:23:23 pm
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