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YOUR DOORYou might not want my direction Affection, reflection Have to give it anyway Hopeful to have yours someday In and out your door Priceless, restless, going Longed to be more Friend, lover, all knowing On a bike in black tights In-line skates turning Left for work those nights Instead would have been burning Up with desire There in your bed Passionate fire Aflame in my head Don't have what we can Simmers in my being A decade of plan Of a poet worth seeing. 7/20/2002 1130 cj Vote for this poem
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