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I
poured
your
tea
and
handed
it
to
you

you
smiled
and
found
my
hand
pulling
me
into
your
lap

I
brushed
my
lips
on
your
cheek

your
brown
hair
tossed.

"Your handsome, darling." I whisper

"Your beauty is hidden from me. But not from your heart."

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