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A subconscious will flies
To the farthest outskirts of the mind Reaching the point only known by one Where thoughts Angelic or not Can only be visualized by one Who can enjoy the full pleasure Of the mind And there becomes a choice Whether to share with another Will you? I will Maybe action can be taken To find out the others fantasies And fulfill some But others not Or maybe to find that happy medium However, I will still have my own And those fantasies echo my hearts passion And my body echoes my fantasies Every breath sighs with longing Every muscle aches with anticipation Of a yearning left unsatisfied But until then, at least I have my fantasy
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