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Uncelibate I look into your mind. There are my thoughts. I see your lips move. I hear your voice. There are my words. Our fingertips touch. There is my pulse. Our bodies join. We are one. Our souls cry out. I hear a common sound. The Spirit whispers, "Finally." |
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