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Bobby
 
we meet in
silence
in the city
 
you’ve washed
your hair
 
you turn
winter into
springtime
at any time
of year
at any
time
of day
 
you have
warm
skin
black
eyes
 
   glass
      balls
         dribble
 
down
brown,
brown
   breasts
 
sweat is pierced
   pink
 
tongued
 
we ooze
together
then sleep
 
until the next time
the cold
winter sun
 
has washed away
our faith
in the world
 

 

 

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