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    I saw your fingers crossed,


    Your ankles knocked against the wall,


    Your eyes rolled at the sky, Something is lost I suppose.


    I''ll rather remain a prisoner,


    Than not to lift your garment


    I''ll rather remain a banished leper, Than not to suck from your virgin breasts.


    Will this night pass us Without exchange of blood?


    Or should I wake from this dream?