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Sep 2018
Her hair.
It falls in waves around her
Like a cloud of romanticization-
I inhale in anticipation.

Her eyes.
They blaze right through me
Like coals on a hearth in a home-
I am warmer; I feel less alone.

O' blessed fever, I hope you never break
O' blessed decision, I thank thee for this mistake
But in every way she moves I feel-
Only a longing, sinful, consuming desire.
"Shampoo" refers to the poetic form invented by Judson Merrill for a writing class in 2018. This poem is a practice of that form.
Kitt
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Kitt  19/F/Maine
(19/F/Maine)   
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