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Black bathrobe
Pink tulips
Shiny skin with SPF
Wet curls combed straight, roughly
Lips full of contentment

Looking into the mirror
Finding myself pretty enough
Presence and tingles of joy
Wednesday I love you

City window seated, smell of tropics
I love you Bali
I miss your smell
Your smell dropped down all the way to Amsterdam
But here you do not last
I think
Or did you come for me?

Eyes wandering up to the light
And down
Sun's tickling my eyeballs
Peeking at the people
With cheeky smiles

Bette Davis eyes
Reflected by my window
I love her company

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