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Feb 2014
I give you permission
To dream of me
In something that comes off easily.

I consent to your hands
Trailing down my body
Until my vision goes spotty.

Touch me at every red light.
Make me feel right.

Don't make me ask again.
(This is the poem's end.)
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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