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2003 Poetry

things that hide behind your eyes

herd me to tread on splintered glasses

like a novice I take every hint

from every stare your eyes could give

if liplocks could only filch

I would always ask you for

a torrid mouth music piece





written 3/4/2003

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superb! i miss my wife very much!