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By jonnie

He has been standing just behind my peripheral
long enough for me to smell his odor ferment.
Before I can turn around to confront the intrusion,
his words are spilt on my shoulder.

That red ink is (hic) the life of y

...and you wanted to study in the library. - Nov 12, 2008