The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

L-O-V-E?

what a charm he has
that man

I obsess
over him
like mad

I’ve stalked
him
I know his
age and name;
his address;
phone number;
blood type

Here, as I write
about this man
and with all his info
that I’ve gathered
it does’nt hit me
once
that he’s ignorant
to my existence…

written: August 13, 2010

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