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by  alliecat

Posted: Friday, October 14, 2005
Word Count: 53

He pins me with his stare.
An urgent message
on his cork board.
Parts of me flutter and curl
like paper in his breath.
I was pristine white;
Spread out and defenceless.
One blank page
to mark with his emotions
The inky blackness of
his secret self now
scattered on my virgin surface