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by Tithra   May 28, 2007


It was afternoon time,
When he came to me,
Wrapped in open arms,
And dressed in self defeat,
And I saw my own good judgement,
Crumble,
Under the watch of blatant eyes,
A sacrificial face,
Resting,
Restlessly,
Upon my open shoulder.

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