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All is Fair

The way your eyebrows furrow when you think,
The way your body moves once you drink.

The way you set my soul on fire,
The way you are my one true desire.

My sincerest angel, my little hellion,
Baby, you’re a rebel, and I’m the rebellion.

Come, let us start a war. 

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