Contradict

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I find your sweet glances
that can't be defined.
As if getting overwhelmed
by the slow tick-tock of time,
"oh please get out of my mind"
it's rocking my frail body and kind
and i thought of it once more behind

"I despise him"
whispers the mind,
The heart said otherwise
"you're blind"

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