Soft awakening, eye catching, mentally unstabalising. The glimpse of your face is deathning for no man can stare at you and resist temptation to look again.
The eyes of a falcon, seeing through lies and spotting truths a vividly gazing upon me and I'm full of fear that I hope not to lie to you buh be honest and true.
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Simply perfectly finely embroidered,
and embodied within you,
at a glimpse of a spark in your eyes or
a glare at your face come the death of a man
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Brown skin,
Far to valuable to the viewer within.
Winds blowing on it soothing my ear,
Death by touch is what fear.
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