I cannot set aside,
being difficult to decide
I hold to my bosom
they look awesome.
What could be those?
You poke your nose.
There lies the fun.
I stick to my gun.
It is a secret, I cry.
you insist on a buy.
The smile, I exhibit
does not show deceit.
I skip the interrogations.
Involve in digressions.
Well, it is an evolution,
slightly away from reason.
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