It was your embrace, laden with poetry. I saw the poems of my life there. In your arms there were paintings of the sky. Meteors fell on your elbow. There were planets on your breasts, writers reciting their verses on your thigh. It was your life there, your sorrows — they shouted your story. From afar, it was clear that your aura was struggle, and your weapons were words. And I, in your embrace, fought with you. And I, in your embrace, fought for you. In your arms there were paintings of the sky. Meteors fell on your elbow. There were planets on your breasts, writers reciting their verses on your thigh. And I, in your embrace, fought with you. And I, in your embrace, fought for you. fought with you... fought for you...
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