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8:13 pm / Tuesday, Mar. 25, 2008

again i bend over
with the pain i feel
just from thinking of the hair
I don't get to tug on.


want to touch every bit of you
every single pore.
but i am a good citizen now.
when the sign says no.
I turn myself and go.
No exit.
Dead End.

Children at play. with my heart.

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