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Frame the lion for killing the deer, 

Let the doe run away untouched,

Horns lathered in spots of carmine,

Ignore the stains on the birch.

Concealed in a docile demeanor 

She cups my face in her palms,

Caressing me with finger knives,

She scratches me with her charm.

On my knees, I fall like autumn,

Freeze my wits all with the snow,

Her touch electrocutes my cheeks,

With glinting remains, I forgo.

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