pondering feelings

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it's too late to abort this fondness

too hungry for love, too young to die

affection coming down my veins

attention pouring out my tears

why i am so late to everything?

honey, what's your prizes?

sell me your love and affliction

mirror me and all my kisses

lower your eyelids

and pretend for me

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