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Monday, August 15, 2005

Memories of 13

Why didn’t I know?

Lying beside you on your bed
I listened to you talk about
his fingers inside you.
I thought
you should never be hurt,
and I wanted
to lick
the frosted cherry gloss
from your lips.

That clear, sweet moment -
sun-warmed –
we never touched,
but your spark
brought a little light
to the darkness around me.


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