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Forget the last time we made eye contact

So much is said in a second we miss

Spoken with a thousand voices in unison

Body language shows us who we are

Disregarding our natural tendencies to defend

 

Required: an ounce of strength to draw your gaze

The allure of stage and actors fastened to 

 Your matters of fact and attitude

If a blessing was requested let it be known

Twas out of tune

 

Suppose the last time we touched 

I was already dead

Be

 

 

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