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I like his rusty voice,
Which slightly strikes me,
For I have never thought
That it can sound so good.
I like his onyx eyes,
Which slightly runs me down,
For it’s so bloody banal
To like some onyx eyes.
I like his shabby look,
Which slightly breaks me,
For I have never dreamt
That it might turn me on.
I like this dryish man,
Which slightly kills me,
For I do bear no hope
That ever he’ll be mine.
(декабрь 2007)