you really astound me
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you with your half closed eyes
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far far away
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and me wide eyed and focused
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intent on perfection
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what a fool to believe
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fiercly wild in the presence of strangers
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meeting for the first time
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an innocent desire to display your charms
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but I shall not see
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I shall not fear you
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I shall not hear you
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call me a friend
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tears shed over one's broken promises
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blaming the foolish one
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for a poem out of time
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big child sullen and self willed
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flashes of anger
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blood red to the core
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how easy it would be to let uncontrollable
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words burst from my mouth
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but why should it be me
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to tell you the truth
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so I shall not see
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I shall not fear you
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I shall not hear you
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call me never call me a friend
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After the Fire
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| Donna Lewis |
