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Reactionary Romanticism

He wouldn't laugh

if he knew

how much of

me

still belonged

to him.

He would close his eyes

(almost -

is that -

regret?

desire?

disappointment?)

if he understood

how my inspiration

is all

derived

from stolen glimpses

of that

stupid smirk.

He would ****

his head -

say my name

(reproachfully?

regretfully?

desperately?)

if he could

feel

himself in

every word

I write.

Though I wonder

would the

disapproval

be for my feelings?

Or simply

for the way I

romanticize them?

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julia-burden

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Published: Jul 2, 2010
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