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Jun 2014
I do not need you
or your gross misunderstanding
of what it means to love
and be loved
because I have sat here before
and with a stranger
peering over my shoulder
I will describe in detail
my sheer adoration
for the consistency of the moon
and the tides loyal lapping
at my feet
and I will be able to compare
you
to neither
(b.r.o.)
Eli
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Eli  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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