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by Charles Carreon
I've got a
stranger destination,
Behind the locked code
Of your eyes,
And the means of infiltration,
Besides.
When I want you,
It's not because of
Anything I've ever known before,
It sparks and flies
Over the darkening skies,
And there are a thousand choruses
Singing in your eyes,
Besides.
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