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A pin tickles
your palm
can
ease
those
lovely eyes...
A green
pickle
is bitter
and sweet
like
the love I
imagine
you
could
arrive
without
a fever
with
the
winter's
weather,
with
a sandwich
of gherkins
and melted
fav of cheese.
if we
become
under
sheets
comfortably,
your eyes
will meet mine,
and rub of feet
upon our bodies
and the laughing
of the joking...
and
sincere teasing...
Woman fleecing
of no more
of the pretending,
under shallow
holding
our wishes
in our chests.....
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