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The girl I crave for is fire wrapped in flesh—a storm I long to surrender to.
She is the spark that turns silence into thunder, the hunger in my veins, the pulse beneath every restless night.
To crave her is to burn willingly, to dive into a flame knowing I may never return the same.
She is both my thirst and my poison, both my ache and my cure.
She is the kind of gravity I cannot fight, the pull I never want to escape.
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The girl I crave for is fire wrapped in flesh—a storm I long to surrender to.
She is the spark that turns silence into thunder, the hunger in my veins, the pulse beneath every restless night.
To crave her is to burn willingly, to dive into a flame knowing I may never return the same.
She is both my thirst and my poison, both my ache and my cure.
She is the kind of gravity I cannot fight, the pull I never want to escape.
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