What I took in my hand
grew in weight. You must
was not obscene.
Night comes. We sleep.
Then if you know what
what enemies wear. You
and I live
in a prayer.
should I speak.
What do you think of me.
No woman ever was,
than you. None is
But fate, love, fate
scares me. What
I took in my hand
grows in weight.
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