Her mind never quiets,
Her mouth hardly moves.
Her hiding place is too worn,
With nothing left for cover.
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Dear Future Wife
I don’t know who’s appearance you have,
I don’t know what passions ignite your soul.
I don’t know where we’ll meet,
I don’t know when that’ll be.
I don’t know why you’ll choose me,
I don’t know how I’ll let you.
I know only one thing:
You were born a woman.
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