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34 Touches for Luck Fundamental brick stands out Tree that droops as it’s bred to I walk from the door into vitrine sunrise I am not only myself Conversion of indifference happens as a ploy Swishes leaves around in the drained teacup To excite me expose slender firm arms Air moves genially from door to door Through a curtain of dancing forms I transport Police are en pointe and delay arrives Shining pole hands share to steady the backside in the eyes of others When doors next open I learn the trajectory of fellow feeling underground Aboveboard’s where it touches for luck Broken gray carpet sparkles with amber dust of glass Seafood incense and automotive cologne The sun imposes in fact impels Protean shadow traced to four-inch heels Tightly dressed woman with transformative brassiere Perennially I err at large and so free

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