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There is nothing
more beautifully crafted than a woman in all her divine glory, with every curve so perfect and magical to the slightest touch. The female is a symbol of the finest elegance and grace. She is like candy to eye and soul, but there is a fire deep inside her that brings warmth and comfort when in her arms. To feel her soft skin against yours, to bask in the radiant glow of her light is simply heaven. This poem is done in the "~Pi~"
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