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today we are playing "filling in the blank" game

when ny sun

fades to gloom

corona and trump


where we can't trace


my throat sour

eyelids heavy

almost put to sleep

at a busy working hour


then i think of  ___

___  hair 

___  voice

the way ___  says "____"

and _____


knowing that love is a fragile form of security

and infatuation grows upon illusion

i still jump right in


guess we were born to love.


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