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Aug 2014
You have opened all the valves
Of my attention.
Your hands stain with my rust.

My frame
It wakes
In dust.

You're getting good at setting up
Your spotlight and your stage.
The subtle flick
Between your lips
Reaches out to turn my page,

And my imagination
Rattles in its cage.
shiloh
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