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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

My ex

I wonder what I would do?
If I actually saw him
Glimpsed him
Not in a picture nor a dream
But flesh and bone
Saliva and clothes
would it frighten
or excite me?

My heart still mourns
the ghost of him.
at 12:21 AM

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