| careful openness and fragile honesty
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| had gradually begun to slowly win him over … -
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| and somehow had lured him here.
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| Despite my obvious display of defect
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| my miserable frailty,
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| of which I never made a secret
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| I disarmed him with my sincerity
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| that never waned, despite the laughter
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| of public insult, ridicule
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| not even when confessing meant
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| turning myself into a wretched fool.
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| Some men are like chocolate
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| but most of them are like shit
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| and if you don’t have the experience
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| to spot that tiny difference
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| you’re likely to fall for all of it.
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| In secret, on those rare occasions
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| when no living soul was near,
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| no eyes, no ears, no other people
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| were around to see or hear
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| so there was no danger of some chance intruder
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| to doubt his manliness and strength…
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| then suddenly his words grew gentler.
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| and his gestures slightly changed.
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| He did not seem to mind my presence at all
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| came even closer of his own accord,
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| yet still he veiled each subtle revelation
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| in rough-cut gowns of what we call
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| the «ACCIDENTAL TOUCH»
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| Some men can truly be like chocolate
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| but most of them are more like shit,
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| and if you don’t have the experience
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| to spot that tiny difference
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| you’re very likely to fall for all of it Alas, some men are like chocolate
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| but most of them are like SHIT
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| and if you don’t have the experience
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| to spot that subtle difference
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| you’re likely to fall
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| for only the promise of a kiss. |