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Michele is like a liquid-centered candy:
Inside honey-lemon smooth and healing.
Crack her tense, bright smile, and all her feeling
Helpless rushes out, a golden balm.
Even as her lover, cold and randy,
Loiters in her heart, his senses reeling,
Emptied of illusions she is calm.
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