Conversation with you is a masochist's
matchmaker,
The place where enough goes to meet
enough,
But,
I like the cut of your sins, that would
tear if my own,
and it seems that ignorance is the
first of those.
You don't mean anything by doing it.
You don't even know that you're doing
it,
It's just the way you're wired.
I can see it in the pale of your eyes.
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