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Your eyes change minute to minute. Your beauty spreads itself out like a painted fan. The more I look, the more I see. Your beauty is like a butterfly on a flower, but the flower is melting ice poison and the wings are razors. I reach out to touch you and blood falls in silent rain drops. My feelings for you shame me into silence. The truth of this
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