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For your eyes ecendidos


For your lit eyes
And the not well on of a fastener
I thought that you were last night
Playing to forbidden games.

I hated you for vile and treacherous:
I hated you with hate of death:
Nausea gave me of seeing you
So villainous and so beautiful.

And for the note that I saw
Without knowing how neither when,
I know that you were crying
The whole night for me.