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May 2012
I want to look away
but they are too intense.  

It's like she looks through me
and sees who I am.  

I never let people see me.  

But her, The Woman,
I let it happen.  

I want her to see me, to know me;
to call me out on mt *******

It happens.  

I just wish it had happened like I wanted it to...
Written by
Michael Kingsley
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