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Apr 2011
I placed my hand
Into the pool of my discontent

I pulled it out
Your eyes staring into mine
unyielding, unsearchable

I shook it away
The memory of your stare bores into me
impenetrable, invulnerable

*It annoys me to death.
Written by
kristin easler
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