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Centennial sway of Rodin's hands
Unraveling our arms
Sculpted legs
Sinking in deep naps
our consummated kiss,
its taste no one will have its recipe.
Dilated pupils and wet eyes,
Whispering make my love fly home safe.
Highlighting a moment of unutterable groaning
A cracked golden radiance of Kintsugi.
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