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Don't Touch

He was dashing and young
like a stone goddess who I couldn't ignore.
He was tempting and strong
like a rose dripping with rain.
He was blonde and dressed
like a garden of lilies freshly tended.
Everything was tended mother.
You raised him well.
Like a Samaritan at the well.

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