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Behold the light within my hands, a shimmering glow from unseen lands. It flickers gently, a dance of grace, casting warmth on my frozen embrace. A touch of ice, a searing relief, melting the layers, unraveling grief. The pleasure it brings, a caress so soft, lifts my soul, carrying me aloft. I move it slowly across my palms, sliding upward with soothing balms. The light it brings, the hold so tight, charming my thoughts, igniting the night. It traces a path, tapping my wrists, filling my mind with dreams and twists. The warmth it spreads, a secret fire, awakens within me a quiet desire. What is this glow that captivates so? A mystic force, a hidden flow. Charming the imagination, it starts to weave, a thousand stories, the heart believes. So let it linger, let it stay, for in my hands, I wish it lay. This light, this life, this burning spark, guiding me forward through the dark.
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