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Jan 2012
I see your glassy stare
Your watching my arm hairs
Standing on their heads.

Your lips curve into a smile
Your eyes light up with amusement
But, quickly, it subsides…

Nothing can change
if you refuse to choose.
You can expect to win the game
Without making a move.
Allison Toby
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