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May 2020
the silky stranger
sits next to me

with skin like chalk
eyes like ice

her rose lips open
slightly

I hear a whisper
something sweet

and sinister
then a click

I feel a warmth
then a chill

I lie down
to rest

someone closes
my eyes
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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