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Aug 2013
The minute
I look away from you
Thinking I can
Shrug you off like Atlas;
Like once I've scratched
You'll never itch again,
This is the moment
I can feel your eyes
Piercing
Like from the barrel
Of a ******'s gun
Miles away,
And I wonder at your aim,
You're no longer
The stranger
You once were,
And it's all but apparent
That you're here to stay
And like reeds that bend
In the eye of the storm
I sway to your intent
Devoid of resistance,
Like one flinches
At the sight of a needle
And before I can scream
You're already gone;
With the wind
And all it's whispered secrets...

APAD13 - 137 © okpoet
Nestor David Armas
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Nestor David Armas  37/M/OC
(37/M/OC)   
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