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Somsak Raksuwan
Woman, naked and unhindered to the last detil,
Gaze deep into her souli see only with goodness to no avail,
Gaze directly on her body, Such-magnificence turns explicit.
Without concious soul, beauty turns lust,
Without concious thought, man turns-animal,
Taking body and soul, man and society,
Spiraling down that never-ending-descend.....
That never-ending descend......