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Nov 2011
Your red tongues leap
with heated strokes
through puddles of
scorched air.  

Your arms shine
with shameless malice,
so to approach you,
no one dares.

You are wild.
You are pure.

You are dangerous.
Christopher Tolleson
Written by
Christopher Tolleson  Arkansas
(Arkansas)   
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   William Alexander, --- and ---
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