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Jun 2012
It was exactly the moment in which I awoke
and saw you, then, concealed by a dream:
none could behold you; nobody saw you
but I.  I felt the wicked shame which came
as sleep's veil fell, slipped yonder, was gone;
and your face only confronted mine,
seizing the heart from mind's eye, reminding the conscience,
forcing the inadmissible.  It was exactly that moment--
the moment in which I saw the veil removed,
and was helpless to stop or reverse that unveiling--
that I became awash with a long-suffering guilt,
because I knew then that I loved you.
© K.E. Parks, 2012
alternatively titled "**** Hits the Fan"
Karen Elena Parks
Written by
Karen Elena Parks  Arlington, TX
(Arlington, TX)   
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