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Young blossom
I know young blossom
that your stare is love,
yet mine is lust
Your brown hair,
your brown eyes,
and olive skin;
oh young blossom,
what I crave
is sin
Yes young blossom,
you say that you have insight
yet I have wisdom,
you say that you have desire
yet mine is need
Young blossom,
you pack your lunch;
and I shall fast
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