Do not look at me like that.
My eyes will drop and trace
moonlight shadows on your face.
Avert your starry gaze
so I may blink and dare
rise to reach across, erase
moonlight shadows from your face
Do not speak to me like that.
My breath will freeze and make
silent splinters everywhere.
Lift to your lips and pray,
spin and twirl and cast away
your clear umbrella to share
falling splinters everywhere.
Do not look at me like that.
My heart will melt and leave
the most slip and buttery mess!
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