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I glimpsed his nakedness once
when he took his glasses off
he blinked blue-eyed
lost I became a shape
that’s all
a blur outline
of flesh and breadth
perhaps he couldn’t tell
he was soft pink belly
Had I given my heart to this?

I quailed
ashamed for him
wished I hadn’t seen
the way
to kill him clean

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