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a rush of blood to the head
and you
walk through me.
a missed breath
as I
catch your wicked eye.
you don't smile.
I don't know
if you can read my dirty little mind,
if I am dull in your eyes or if I shine.
But you always stand close,
make me feel you're an icy water pitcher,
and I
a dry-throated fern.
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