Entranced

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Nothing is without sacrifice
He works as hard as he plays
I felt him, his fingers skimming
Lightly brushing up against
Listening to his words,
Reading aloud about cats
In the still of the afternoon
I was fixed on him
His immaculate voice,
He glanced up
An eyebrow he raised,
When he smiled,
When I realized,
I was the one,
Entranced.

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