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Biscotti

Munching on dark biscotti
Same color as your hair
Your eyes as beaded
And black they pull me in
You pull me in
But as I look upon you
I can see myself
In your eyes
I can see my reflection
In your eyes 

I watch you from a distance
Like a juvenile little crush
You come near and I feel
My heartbeat starts to run

My attraction is madness
No sense found amongst
You have nothing I should desire
But I jump whenever you are near
It’s like falling in love again
For the first time