It's hard to say if looks could kill
when understanding is your will
All they do and all I say
wash the surplus clear away
What is left alludes to sin
tempting you to let things in
What's free and further from your heart
will surface strangely as you part
Intent is nothing when your weak
surprising people as you speak
If looks could kill, and words don't matter
still your heart must pitter patter

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