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Inside,
Irritated items insisted.
I idled instead.
Instant infatuation illuminates irises.
Inks ineffable illustrations ingrained in indigo.
Imagination irks ills iterated internally.
I'm in it.
Irrefutable ick,
Impassioned intrigue,
Inconscient intoxication.
I immediately ignite.
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