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I stand transfigured for thy sight
discern, acclaim aright
 Crown me a ruby finely glazed
for I have worn her skin with grace
Certes, Love had brought to show
That all my soul's worth are low
Yet even a ruined mind hates
how love never truly weighs
It descry itself in the smallest deeds
and to the most broken it feeds.































A gaze can touch a skin.

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