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Each street with small shuttered shop front
Businesses striving to survive choking as others lose life to loss of breath
Movement back and from, to and fro each other
Seeing which pockets will survive
I see you in amongst a switch right or swipe right maze of unfazed profiles
Your words are elegant and dress code prophetic
I like the look in eyes
Tilt your head back in laughter with me, believing in the life we are given to preserve
Wishing that a little gentle flower can rest their upon your forehead
Remind you of the gentle of me
Nothing is perfect, yet there is a binding symmetry
Your backside is voluptous and I want to grab
Grind and rewind be silent in your length of years
Shout to the roof at charisma
Curl a slender hand into manly grasp and gasp to awe
of possibilities
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