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April 26, 2005

Still Coming Out

And the taste of your lips
Still lingers after hours
As I walk past the boy
In his sockless top-siders
Anachronisms in our own times.
I go home - to the library
And in the silence I study
My mind from you is not far
Although I'm silhouetted
By the crosses on the dorm
Hall walls.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:07 PM