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Their shoulders high like the

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Going someplace.

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Those behinds,

Breasts of a young girl,

Men.

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Your mind. There, just beyond

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Years old and starving for them.

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They knew I was there. Fifteen

Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you

Stand and watch.

When the earth rights itself again,

Soft into your defenselessness. A little

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First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.

Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.

The sway of curtains, men walk.

Air disappears,

Knowing something.

Then the window draws full upon

No keys exist.