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    Man

    Hated lover your such a tempting pleasure of selfish measure,unsure of your distant fate.Beautiful goddess as you dance before me i will bow before you with no vows to break,Suductress of the night , i dare to touch your skin while i am sleeping with my wife.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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