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Mar 2013
I don’t read a lot,
But
I know enough
To
Read
You.
I can see
You
Like
Me.
What will it take
For
Us
To
Be
Friends (lovers)
Impossible (possible)
Immoral (moral)
Wrong (right)
What I felt when
We skipped
In
The
Night.
When the buildings dripped
Streetlights blurred
The colors in
My hair,
(smell of sulfur in the air)
I was happy
(your alkaline stare)
I was pure
(not mine to share)
See, his beloved
Standing there?
The same
Colors
In
Her
Hair.
Michelle Ang
Written by
Michelle Ang  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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   lucy anne
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