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If You Really Knew Me (2)

I’m seventy two inches,

Armed with legs

Muscling in constant costume,

White skin tight,

Dotted with blue eye sight,

185 pounds on the ground,

Earth rotated around

A sea side docked town

Lamp lights sea gull flock down

On salt water river wind parted by steeples

Tea steeped I stoop gathered in groups

Feeling cold

I wonder if my soul was sold

When clouds cloud the sun in my center

Only darkness may sometimes enter

Retreating, rushing from decadent heat

Comfort, light, care,

I delight in breathing the salt sprayed air.

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