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Suits and shoes of outward shine Coats and boasts but not a dime Briefcases in want of shuffling sheaves But scuttling feet, webs and leaves Spasms of splendour and subtle saunter Smelling of cinnamon and sensual scents Flashy time-pieces w…
If loving you were wrong I would never make it right If it hurt to see you smile I would brace for a life of pain If the grace of your hand Was the guillotine’s glee I would submit And be quick would plead If loving you were the sun’s dem…