away in wonder.

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No one can seem to bear a smile that doesn't reach eyes,
For this bear no covering of sweetly told lies
My darling, you're fingers are trodden sordid
Set alight my bearings till thoughts rest boarded
If have I no complaints choked within the warmth of your arms
May I not be just another of your discarded charms?

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