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Apr 2013
Hello, faceless man
where have you been?
I dreamt of you
and your skin against my skin.

All I could think of
is how real you would taste
How far could I go?
How far will it take?

Because all that’s left
are disfigured pictures of you;
of the faceless man
I never knew.
Bianca
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