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Nov 2015
#17
It was real, so very so
While waiting to be seen
A glance from faceless one
That alien enthralled by me
Still attempting any features
Leaned closer for hope to see
Like looking into black hole
The darkness drew me closer
So mesmerized didn't notice
Elongated fingers gently so
Caressing , transference, life
Understand now two shall be
Her partner all observant
Also soaking in our ways
Then the man sees and barks
Barks out that cruel command
To take her away to gate 17
Fear kicks in, she'll not be seen
Chances of further growth
Sliced permanently away
A sad cry rocks her to and fro
Her mate rocks heads together
For their final embrace
Being dragged now to oblivion
Enraged I fight their methods
Last thing I did accomplish
Nothing at all if that counts
Cruel social needles pierce me
Taking my mind to wastelands
Strapped and wakeless I am
The man gleems upon my shell
I'm now part of gate 17
Revision cause I wrote draft at bus stop and felt needed just that.
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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     bex and GaryFairy
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