oxymoron

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Your presence is a sweet pain.
You're like the calm of the ocean's bed.

Your well being is like a deciduous trees..
Falling beautifully never to get up again.

Your eyes speak for yourself.
While your mouth expresses your forgery.

Your face. That's where I see the entire beauty of this world.
Eyes so deep, hair so soft, lips so plump, cheeks so rosy.
You're beautiful. It's linguistic.

But Alas! I can't keep that beauty for myself.
You're poison in my life.

Should I let you go?
Should I hug you tight?
That I cannot decide.

Cause you're a beautiful devil.

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