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5/5/99


    So I write
Sitting here in the
    dark of the light
    I have no fear
    of watching you
    my pale blonde
    sunbathing beauty.

Breezes from the river
cool our bodies in the heat
The traffic down below
makes speech useless.
You want me
Can you (will you?)
not admit it to yourself
as you lay (I sit) there (here)