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Dalila
Cold,
Was the look in her eyes
When their eyes first met
Cold,
Was the skin of her palm
When he first held her hand
Cold,
Was the touch of her lips
When they first kissed
Cold,
Was the brush of her skin
When he felt it with his fingertips
She siphoned his warmth
And left him shivering
When she stepped out for her next rodeo.
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Ishwar Prakash
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