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Life is not quaint.
You are not soft.
You are chaotic, endless.
You disorient the masses.

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Your gaze melts the locks off diaries.
Steals the dreams of dogs.
You carry ancient erotic memories
and shine like the tears of the Sphinx.
Aliens covet you.
You make God nervous.
You lie awake at night,
guiding lost sheep back home.

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