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Spice

in our head here is a list of the attributes of one so perfect
and our heart it yearns for another to feed and nurture in it
and our day to day, how does the one we seek make it brighter
but what we must listen to between the check marks and the life giving beats and the side by side is our soul

it knows and it speaks to us, it holds the list and cradles the heart and generates the electricity between held hands. it whispers, this is what I want, this is what I must have. all of these desires swirled and stirred but without the soul sprinkle, just a recipe.followed. taste and nourishment but not the special spice that makes us want to return again and again

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