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My man, a triumph

My man, a triumph

He's got novels in his hum, his heart a beating drum.
He's got poems in his lips and a chocolate coated tongue. 
His touch like a legend. 
Eyes a film noir. 
His roaring laugh a master and his hands a plucked guitar.

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