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About This Poem
Note to a Lover
How do you DO that
And what are you thinking
when you do
the things that you do?
What does it mean when
friction and moisture transcend
scientific explanations?
Is the glow in your left eye because
of its color?
You like to look,
I like to feel...
Today, it seemed like you felt
while I looked.
How does that happen?
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