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She seems to be all I never hoped for
Her reflection in the brackish water is an appeal of the gods
Streetlights send back to me a blessed brightness of her face
My hands are afraid of not having to touch her
This ballad at the edge of the canal is an unfortunate journey
Which sounds the death knell of my consciousness and her body
I feel trembling
She does not seem to be too frighten by the sound of my steps
She invites me to follow the approach of her desires
Her gestures caress my divine wrath
Muscles move underneath her jeans and her leather skin.