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Oct 2014
w h e nĀ Ā w a s the
last time you drew
me I can almost swear
I'm the first thing you
see because your pencil
always wants to draw
my nose, you know
exactly how it feels
with the ridge on
the end, and
your charcoal
sticks will always
find my eyebrows
because they're the
blackest things you've
ever had , So you've
fo r g o t t e n what
my lips feel like
but not how I
kiss always
trying to
grab your tongue
to absorb the words
you never said. So.

tell me, when was the last
time your portraits sped off
for her but turned into me?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

one can hope.
brooke
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