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You were too grown up for modesty, And you wanted the world to know that.

The delicate twin apples of your femininity, Hung gently on your slender trunk, In the gray of the morning.

There was no earning your beauty, You simply gave it away.

Were you really that surprised when our eyes met?

You looked out upon the street, But the street looked back.

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