It’s a face in my minds eye, that of a man.
A particular man, whose face I knew not until gravaty presented it.
The cheeks of older, the eyes of “I’m sure I know you from before”.
Effing idiot, you do not end sentences with prepositions.
Silly boy in need of correcting.
Sir, should you prefer.
I am Miss and I will shatter your soul to pieces of glad bliss.
Speak, won’t you?`
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