Shh don't say another word,
I do not trust you,
Yet.......
As I look at those eyes
I'm confused whether to laugh or cry:
Large and open, hard and soft, penetrating and gentle.
When I smell the sweet perfume,
Should I stand in those rolling waves
and be swept away?
Stop it! I'm detached,
Yet.......
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