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Untitiled Poem
By donuts
Fire burns my tempted lips
As he lifts the pitch fork, using all his muscle
With determination moves the hay
His blonde hair burns in the sun
My back bones tingling from the gamma rays
His icy blue eyes cool my gaze
Whenever he looked
I found an excuse to turn away
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