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12:00pm
August 27, 2014
not a specimen (2004)
He dared her to look at him
As if she knew what he was saying
Her chin cupped in his hand she shoved
She didn’t ask that day
What would be going down
He caught her arm as she pulled it away
Skipped stones on her empty eyes
She disappeared to let him look
Till he opened his hands
To let her scuttle on her way
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