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Peaks
You cast a sultry glance that was meant for my enticing,
marching towards the molten glass left for our providing.
A spring in step, bounding bundles that speak a tome of solace
and rose and fell with collared shirts that house and strain your porous
skin all slick with running water left by taps and fountains,
set to drain down from the peaks of two twin shaking mountains.
