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lay out your map to me
unfolded, unrolled, exposed

i'll climb your high mountains
all the bumps, the rise and fall

i'll swim thru your ocean
thru quiescent bodies of water
thru unrelenting waves

my fingers, they'd venture
thru lands, unsullied
and thru those, besmirched
this is a metaphor comparing a map to the exploration of your partner's body and soul. but u can have your own interpretation. 😊
this is poetry, anyway.

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