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Market Affair
The scorching sun
on my baked flesh
made me increase my steps

market women screamed,
the sweet and pleasant smell of
fresh fruits__clean, succulent__
watery was my mouth

a list pressed between my fist
my heels digging the mud
as my hips swayed from left to right

saw him? no, I didn't
felt it? Yes, I did
the damp, plum, and full lips
had stolen a kiss from me

My head was swollen, time stopped
market women married and unmarried
judged the issue

Escaping was my option
from the starving eyes
that left everyone confused

except for his satisfactory gaze__
pleasure was his heart melody


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