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QUICKSAND
Drawn into those dark pools of quicksand, no way out, no escape. Entrapped and enchanted, no struggle, only acceptance of fate. Cool and soothing to my hot tired skin, I got lost in the ecstacy. Sinking deeper, welcoming the inevitable, no need for sympathy. I invited and welcomed him.
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