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that walk.
the one that makes me
bubble inside, like
road kill chili
the one that says 
"I'm trouble"

that look. 
smokey almonds
that touch,
large warm
and dangerous

that voice.
smooth, silky
reaching deep
play me like
a violin

strong 
sensitive, slender fingers
pluck the saddest 
melodies



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