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I don't know what you're implying but you are implying something without deceiving or lying. You think that I don't know, so skillful is your innuendo. True, you are quick and I am slightly slow. But this is because I'm in love and with whom you certainly know. The curve of this landscape deceives many. Look, where the river bends, the scene will not be found in any book. Though I fail to be subtle, I can still deceive. One person once thought I loved them, I do believe. I insist I can be something...something other than what isn't said in my poetry. But I can tell by the way you smile my poetry never quite impressed you all the while. Why do you want to go with smirk and sophistication to the land of innuendo? "Let's have a simple cup of tea," you asked. "For hours. You can just look at me." But you didn't call. I made my way carefully, so I didn't fall. Are you too sophisticated to remain? I could almost remember... What did I say and who am I? You are implying...what, I don't know. It's difficult to escape the land of innuendo. Why don't you want to stay here? with me and my salutations--- transparency boiling in every tear?
