be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us.
touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life.
collection of poetry
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i will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.