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Twice brown.
the beads stared at me,
Burnt auburn- gorgeous.
They were enormous!
…like huge!
Shaded by lashes; thick
Lapping liquorice… sultry
I thought to myself;
this must be mine
He must be mine. (relapsing into lust)
He must be mine!
He must be mine~
He-must-be-mine. (paper fantasies)
He must be mine.
He must be mine,
Hemustbemine.
(comes across reflecting water)
He must be mine.
‘He could be mine.’
He should be mine. (conflict in vain)
He might be mine?
He might be mine.
He might. (shrugs)
