Nicole
Nicole becomes the object of all
eyes.
In her men see a thing close to
perfection.
Could they but hold her as they would a
child,
Or a wounded cat returning from the
wild,
Long would she love them with unrestrained
affection.
Except they fear her, and so they tell her
lies.
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