The Renegade Oboe

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How to Have a Type

Do you know?
I was never in love with him, and
it is embarrassing, but
I am still
fascinated by a large nose and
drawn to a brown eye;
that wiry frame, scar and
smile lines still imply
‘catalyst’ still imply
‘a great deal under the surface’ still imply
a warm spine, a
flushed cheek, a
difficult question.

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