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I have the slight suspicion that your smile traps me in unknown flavors, in abstract and dangerous sounds, if I listen to you I may tremble; from the fear that with just a glance you may dominate the flesh that I wear in this exchange of flavors, of knowledge, of thoughts, origins of my instant attachments on the threshold of this ethereal life.
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