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Jun 2017
your dark eyes have haunted me
ever since I first saw your face.

insatiable, smoldering, unfocused

I think, like an ant beneath a glass,
I would have burst into flames if you had looked directly at me.

I kept that photograph
and now that you're gone,

I admire you endlessly,
and long to be burned.
Summer, 2017
Written by
CL Frisby  F/Illinois, USA
(F/Illinois, USA)   
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