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Slick

"Slick", she said
Placing her palm to my forehead
Thrusting my head
Back to the bed

Her eyes rolled back
Her mouth agape
A wave of her hand
She's so ugly inside

She only saw
What I always see
Staring back at me
Upon every reflecting surface

I was in awe
How I delved in
Felt past that soft skin
Beyond the reflection of her face

Never was right
A need for love
Let us sleep each night
   The little things...
   Never lose sight


Reprinted with the permission of Troy Graves (nuclearday at yahoo dot com).
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