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12. Jungle

I‟m terrified of what you‟ve turned me into

Breaking vernacular to its estimates,

Drowning me within your soft touch

And these reassuring kisses.

I was lured into your den

With the belief that I won‟t fall.

But then again…

The heat of the Amazon truly knows best.

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