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I stood shallow in the core of my living body,
Where hungry men watch intently gestures;
Dwindling hidden skin, unravelling curves,
Scrutinizing men knelt with open eyes, begging;

A glorious contour where kisses bequitted,
Unions of a sacrilege, baffling;
Wide open eyes spread praises,
On a missing cover of a magazine;

I remained reckful not to allow selfish obssessions,
Of men who play pianoes with their perusive eyes;
My bosom stayed humble yet filled of pride,
Naked, stripped down before men's inquisitive eyes.