To the man adore,
Yet also abhor.
With glistening eyes,
And creative lies.
How sweet your smell,
And loud your yell.
With darkened hair,
Producing a love unfair.
On your face a stubble grows,
And in your heart no emotion shows.
Your sweetest words,
Cut me into thirds.
You once revealed emotion raw,
Then shoved me down to the floor.
A grown up boy,
And I his toy.
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