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Jun 13, 2011 23:58

Now I'm the stranger his eyes slide across
as he scans the horizon
but once I was the body he fucked
several times a day
twice swelled ripe
splitting open spilling
in a gush of tears and life
into his waiting fingers
miracles but
he never really saw me then, either
his notseeing eyes overlooking all
of the possibility of me.

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