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Oct 2014
In the corner of my eye
He stood
Tall
Dark black
Face obscured

He watched
He looked into deepest fear
Deepest secret
Deepest longing
He looked in. deep.

His glance was comforting
Warm
I longed to reach out, to touch
Yet upon turning he was gone
Existing only in periphery
Out of reach.
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
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