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Feb 2012
You sat on the couch so indifferently.
I sat on the floor, my back against a ball,
directly across from you.
Red lights strung above our heads,
you towered.
Fangs, small fangs, exposed with every
-ey, -ay, i-, -ie, -ape, -ate, -eat, -ee-,
smile, and grin, etc.
I just kept looking up at you,
our eyes always made contact.
Yours were red.
Eric Guitian
Written by
Eric Guitian  Miami
(Miami)   
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