She asked a question
Simple question
You love me now for what you see
But can you love what hides in me?
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Yes, he said, desire to show
Showing all, she loved to know
And all he said with certainty
The things she always believed to be
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Inside the tempest, darkened sea
Tanned leather scorched intimacy
Bent to cradle all perdition
And rise o’er all in transition
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The reaper takes no penalty
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Politically Romantic 