You are the reason why I wake up every morning,
with a smile;
not unlike a silly kid
who has gotten a sweet candy,
carved on my face.
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To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’
Let us go and make our visit.
ღ The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot ღ
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