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If, by slight coincidence,
If, by slight coincidence,
Our dirty secrets match
How would we know except
Through love notes left as clues?
For desirous incidents,
Where lusts may hatch
Are sometimes momentary, deft
At vanishing too soon.
Take a handful of time,
A spill of ink, a keyboard tap
To send the naked noon
Heat of you across the gap
And make me sublime.
Our dirty secrets match
How would we know except
Through love notes left as clues?
For desirous incidents,
Where lusts may hatch
Are sometimes momentary, deft
At vanishing too soon.
Take a handful of time,
A spill of ink, a keyboard tap
To send the naked noon
Heat of you across the gap
And make me sublime.
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