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May 2015
Your large brown eyes
and your tan skin
haunt me again.

You shout profanities
Within my ear;
that's all I hear.

"Not good enough,
Not pretty to me,"
You yell until I bleed.

But you are an illusion,
A fractal of my mind...

But you are so real to me.
KL
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KL
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   ashes, Andje, unknown, Mike Essig and NV
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