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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Pale Man

Some people speak in complete sentences;
You hang disco balls at the end of your statements.

And I
find myself
so enthralled underneath the light
that shines the way
your irises
paint rainbows,

with pupils for fingertips
and inaccessibility
as your canvas
Posted by subject to subjectivity at 11:50 PM

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