Line deputy, draw close to me. There is pain and violence in slumber. My heart beats to bring you into my chamber. Maybe being misunderstood is a romantic quality for you and me. I take your large palm and I place a coin of gold mimicry in the center. I miss your eyes and your grand smile. Maybe I only saw you through the looking glass the whole time. Your magnificence is only emanated through the strong dark eyes of the gorillas I call home. Please be with me in a shelter in my heart and find your mind's eye to guard and guide your wrath.
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