WHERE DO WE GO.

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Threads of silk,

Sown through our hearts,

Entangles our love,

and callous it is,

But now your ways skewed,

This love now a carnage,

Unpleasant to the eye,

and the heart as well, 

Lest a narrow path we follow,

The milk teeth we never shall shed.

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