Christ,
he's been bombarded by three,
barraged by accusations of impropriety.
Nine days to
lay, find, sleep,
C
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P
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hunt for masked charms in all that dust.
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But I can't say that aloud; I can't tell anyone that I have been waiting for this all my life and that being chosen to wait is the reason I can. If I were able I'd say it. Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.
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