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Aug 2016
The problem is––
when I see your face
I see a question,
unanswerable to me
or to anyone.

Your eyes desire
this thing.
A thing physically
and yet you are
in your quest
to possess
this "thing,"
which I can tell you
does not exist.

I am not it
yet somehow I feel
you see
me as a key
to "it"
and this
melts me,
because I too
once searched
but have since

We both sought ((?))
but at different
times, now
we meet and some
comfort does lie
in knowing
people still
Freudian Slippers
Written by
Freudian Slippers  chinatown, ny
(chinatown, ny)   
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