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Oct 2011
You stand on the edge
of my vision.
     Teasing?

So tantalizing.

Blurry,
but you manage
to radiate
with a perennial odor of:
Cigarettes.
****.
And bleach?

You are too far
for my arms to reach.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   ringyorm
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