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Jan 2023
Watching you
My checks still flush bright red,
Fading into pink. Do you notice
When the vein at the base of my throat
Pulsates with excitement?
Or when my green eyes brighten
And glisten with love?
Do you see me anymore?
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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