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The most beautiful girl
stays across the room
stands in the snowflakes
of drinks and attention
If only there could be
more than a beer on a table
a wadded fetal napkin
or some leftover crumbs on a plate
Your hair and your smile
are something I'd see
in the window of the finest store front
hands on the glass, I dare not knock
If only this open bar would explode,
cascade with overflowing sunshine,
cups of anticipation from your breath;
a whisper warm against my face
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