passing in the hallways
gives me a chance to read
your eyes, but you always
hide, so i need
to toss HELLOs and HIs
to get you to look or
not look me in the eyes,
but don't be sore:
i only probe out of desperate need
and rarely out of cruelty or greed.
~Mike Duron (composed November 27th, 2001)
Note:
Every poem is a fossil and nothing more.
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