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I never walk through a crowd without scanning for the back of your head.
Those beautiful black strands dancing just above your shoulders
lure me to those blades
that you sharpen during the day and you pull out at night.
They threaten but their beckoning is stronger.
When I squint hard enough, I can see the magnets in your hands.
Your fingers brushed mine enough to configure my blood to run in your direction.
Like the river you are everywhere.
Every branch sways with your rhythm.
You have a beautiful act. And you never revealed all of your secrets.
I am here
and you are here
but we have disappeared.
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