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A wash of words and he’d got me a brushstroke blue-jean greeting ‘hi, howareya’ Quivering in my Static stilletoes Uncomposed, all rhythm gone ‘um,fine thanks’ His curling smile-sneer Lascivious lipped, affection affected. The ground shifted I breathe in his effort scent, and beer breath, Pheromone filled as cheap cologne the movie in my mind sees the handshake as entwined torsos, arms, legs. Then he moves on.

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Date: 8/9/2014 12:34:00 AM
This is a beautiful idol. As all idols with beer breath, arms and legs.)) I like. My English is very small, but I`m study it and want to write poems into English. Thank you, Kaye. M.K.
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Date: 2/22/2010 8:36:00 PM
GREAT writing here. I love how you put me in the moment with this "idol" Luv , Andrea
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