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Such is the thorn in your immaculate gazeThat brings me to your knees.Lying in bed, Hearing your tears, My hand seeks yours.Only by morning, all is bloom with frost.My jealous mind keeps me caged,Thoughts of he,Mindful of she,Thoughts of the irrepresable.Mindful of all I long for.The heavy darkness commits you to my eyes,What is forbidden in daylight hides in this blackness.Yet with each caress I