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like that

 

like glancing at leaves
to know the tree,

fingers brushing over stone
to see the earth below,

sniffing morning air
to understand the blooming flower,

gazing at my pursed lips
assuming you know the words not spoken,

this is how men know about women.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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