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Sep 2017
What meaningless faces
Do we encounter this dawn
Impatient attendees
With invites still drawn

Do tell of the obstacles
Which delayed your arrival
As I simulate empathy
Composing a smile

While looking I notice two
Uninvited guests
Holding glasses of years ago
In midnight blue dress

We trade our endearments
And share our resent
For this pompous event
We were forced to attend

These perfect two strangers
Feel like oldest of friends
While the evening blooms later
Then wilts to and end

They drag me away
To a storage room suite
Not far from the noise
Yet too far to perceive

The left holds my tie
And the right holds my drink
They shamelessly whisper
Intentions for me

I sit her atop
Of an old charcoal desk
She shyly commands me
While gripping my neck

I hold back apologies
For seams that I tore
Each desperately compete
To show they want me more

The moon lends it's light
Through the window's grey tint
We lay in the dark
We lay void of regret
Nebunebu
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Nebunebu  122/Two-Spirit
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