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Sep 2016
people ask me if it was prose or poetry
tell'em it's a state of trance
sweat was  there impromptu
game on deuce was lost
so was my sense
eardrums hit a sweet chord
nervous stimuli had a blast
the much valued gasp
been a while
senses cuddled back
*** was my  call
n there she walked past the trans door
Gathered some words for   a crush.
egotist
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