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Nov 2013
There's a woman running screaming
naked through some woods.
     She is in me.

There's a man running screaming
naked through a crowd.
     He is in me, too.

She and he will collide one day,
get past this delicious falling
     toward one another.
dekie hicks
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dekie hicks
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