I attempt to play safe
Around the virgin face
That always wear the sun at me,
Than around the teeth
Whose bloom I scarcely see.
The dagger in a cryptic smile
Is not to your back at a mile
It's closer and so hostile
Than the fist of your foe's dile.
Let not your eyes, mind,
Slumber on the mat of ignorance
Wherefore it find
This bed as a play ground.
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