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May 2013
Yes, That's where you
were, across a field against
a window, a bare chest with
an ungodly blue arm stretched
up your right shoulder, laying
untruthful fingers on your chest
and the light fell against your face
in blue shadows that lit when
lightening struck. I backed away
slowly because you were only a

predator.
(c) Brooke Otto

I've been having a lot of bad dreams, lately.
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