If I am beautiful, what are you?
You love me more than words can say so you don't speak.
I like it that way.
Don't talk to me.
I don't want to hear your love sick words.
Your judgment is far too clouded.
Do not ogle me with those eyes.
I can feel your stare on my skin, making my flesh crawl.
Don't talk to me.
Just observe me from a distance,
because if you get too close you'll see the strings.
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