Lustfully, the eyes do swivel closer,
for compellingly some marvel has beemed,
cajoling so to, its triumph, bolster,
securing the eyes so its flaws are cleaned.
For when does the famed bear blemishes,
but never when does it live for lone lust,
and fame never shall permit skirmishes
lest its utter essence but melt or burst.
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