Something
Goes from
Rigid to
Flaccid
In my hands
As if trying to
Release itself
In my hands
All the pent-up
Emotions explode
And expel in my hands
Nice, warm
Feeling remains
Soothing feeling
Remains, having
Released its passions,
It goes limp in my hands
As if trying to cradle itself
To sleep in my hands....
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