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BRAVE
Indian man with cold black hair
Why should I care if you pass me by
Don't smile into my eyes
Long and lean
Savage and mean
Fills out the seams
In his tight blue jeans
Chases me some days
Loves me in his quiet way
I love him back
Hoping no one's aware
Of the secret flame we're burning here.
1982 cj
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