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Jul 2013
I look at these four letters
I use but cannot ever
truly own//
You will never be my blackness.
Never meet my skin
on your
skin.
s-s-senses
dont sense you.
cant seem to
finger on-
trigger-
it
back.
pull.
now
we
go.

I can't.
Can't I?
'dunno. don't write much anymore.
September
Written by
September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
288
   Tom McCone and tread
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