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The rizz of that man...
Damn. He springs me every time.
Heatstroke in my heart.
That maverick smile,
his autumn eyes' warm embrace,
smooth as snowfall soft.
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Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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Ah, this got me swooning! Loved your poem!