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by Linda Dominique Grosvenor
Your love is my heart's accomplice
for you are such a gentlemanly bandit
as you ate from cruelty yet spoke of delight.
Spanish eyes, that were dreadfully shy
etched love's proof on a tree of forever
in a violent kingdom of men I have
come to adore, and those I seldom favor.

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