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All Hallows 

Here I stand
imploring sweets
I bring duty, honor,
glory and deceit,
agonizing touch
and quick retreat,
sandpaper jaws
to redden your cheeks,
longing, lapses,
grasping, dirty feet,
eyes that rove,
a treasure trove
of inconsistencies
yet we are meant to be.

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