44 Gou: her strength
you are beautiful
it that way
smells can overpower sight
and strong
stronger than me
from wherever you stand
you do not look my way
as often as i wish
here amongst are more pleasant
but none more pleasing
none other speeds my mind (a wind rush
flurries a flight of angels to the forest below
they hunt with bows and kill with mace
they cook but don't eat
not bones, not flesh
the pelts they paint and they
sing) you are beautiful
and though i refrain
demure
without a glance
i follow your movements
i practice
patience
for your laugh
always louder
longer
always honest.
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