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She behaves like a child and cares like a mother. She talks like an alpha, the second version of her father.

She is like the river, she gently flows. Like a melting candle, in darkness she glows.

She is an artist, without a paintbrush. She made my heart pound, because she was my first crush.

At night, she swims in my mind and perish my thirst. With her body, she influences my hunger, oh! I wonder if she's cursed.

I held her hand and pulled her closer. Pinched her waist, tonight, she'll feel no danger.

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