Like colors on a wall
Like scent from a flower
Like foot prints on a beach
Some become jokes
At times, private
As the intensity decreases
Scents and foot steps are forgotten
Some crushes stick
Stick like chewed gum
Tough to wash off
Leaving behind a stain
Some crushes are stored
Voice, scent, face, style
Kept away for easy access
Like a favorite snack
Some stay as a tickle
Some manage to turn a life around
Some stay in the throat forever
Some never manage to get a name
BhaShe
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