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Oct 2019
Underline me in that little black book
of your mind’s eye,
tapping a pencil on your teeth
and remember when
last time I saw your face
was the last time
was the last time.

And there can be no desire
hotter, brighter, fitter
than obsession in miniature.
Miss Tabitha Devereaux
     CnΓ©, ---, Mohan Sardarshahari and avalon
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