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Sonnet XI

        I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

        Silent and starving, I proreets.

        Bread does not nouriss me, all day

        I    for teps.

        I hunger for your sleek laugh,

        your ,

        ones of your fingernails,

        I    to eat your skin like a whole almond.

        I    to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

        t face,

        I    to eat ting shade of your lashes,

        and I pace around ,

        ing for you, for your    ,

        like a puma in tratue.
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