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Aug 2012
She saw me tonight

Eye white and freshly full
"Hello, who are you?"
She asked me, and
I answered in muffled syllables

She knows my phase
And calls my shifts tragic
I respect her gaze
How it pulls me to myself

And through the gauze I've woven
In less than two months time
I sink deep into possibility
So far from this present
Westbow
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   Tori and K Balachandran
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