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Nov 2013
tremendous power in your gorgeous eyes and (h)(e)(a)(t) on your tongue
that word would catch fire in your mouth
it's better to approach right after a shower
for fear of igniting in your entrancing stare

you are (f)(i)(r)(e) kindling my woken want
and I'm getting dryer now


(the deep forest catches that untainted downpour)


maybe I too
like playing
with fire
(yours)
Cripp
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Cripp
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   Debra Zebra
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