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It crawls in my ear
And tickles.
It flutters in my head.

It runs down my throat;
I hum.
It slithers like a thread.

It wraps around my heart,
Softly.
I'm lost in what he said.

It moves my hips and knees,
I'm cool.
It shoots back to my head,

And leaves me with a smirk.





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