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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

You were

Young and fresh
and full of big ideas
evolving like a neptune god
on Hollywood pavement
I, reticent
slipping from view
you come to find me
but don't fully know me
you want my body
but only smell the aftershave
you talk about marriage
but not to me
who am I
your mistress?
I wonder in vowels
and strike out your words
till your destiny is erased.

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