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Your loving gaze,
In so many ways. Let me count That loving amount. Things are divine. Constantly loving Out of our Ever loving minds. No haste. No waste. No subtle, damning taste. No shot that gives chase. Takes two to toast Who loves you the most. Stand in long line. Wait your sweet time. Just like the first Hit that brings thirst. A love smoke wafting. A golden hope costing. For all you have shined, Packaged and polished. When you get what you want, You want it abolished. Guaranteed promise To solve all your problems. Love’s a pink cherub And a greedy, green goblin.
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