turn away and be seen:
pretend until the pre
tender chills run
the length of your spine
in the corner
an author
who knows why
who and why
he gives me the benefit
I need not watch
to be watched
I need not write
to be written
he need not be
his eyes closed too
on my neck
my face
I feel their loving blue

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