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Be on your floor barefoot
Touch your hair
Stroke the line of your neck
Burn my sole
In your deadly-black eyes
Breathe the same air
Is it unwise?
Feel the linen of your white – milky shirt.
Hear your laughter, and don’t understand any word
Of your deep, calming voice
You’re amazing
But I have already made choice
I cannot be HER
Though you could be HIM
Anyway thank you,
Thanks for a sweet dream
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