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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 somedays
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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