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Don't Trust Love
September 16, 2009
I saw you through the glass;
It was muddy with sea slime.
I saw your shape, your shadow,
And wanted you for mine.
Your edges, were so smooth and black,
Your silhouette so perfect.
My mind, it learned to trace your shape,
I was an instant addict.
It took a lick, a cough, a sputter,
To see through all the years,
Of grime that loved the glass so much.
Mine eyes now filled, with tears.
For just a fish I am.
I am simple, young, and black,
And you are just a suit, a hat,
Hung on a doctors coat rack.
© Lindsey D., Marblehead, MA
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on Sep. 22 2009 at 8:39 pm
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