my eyes, a heavyweight champion searching for a fight. my lips, slippery like a dolphin ready to tease. my voice, coarse like sandpaper dragging its way down an anhydrous wall. my chest, open like a desert, tired and gasping. my arms, loose like the air in a windpipe digging for a resolution. my stomach, plush with warmth like a feathered pillow.
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