nighttimepoems
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Ticking watches too quiet to hear in bustle of day,
Flickering street lamps that emit electrical buzzing,
Whispers from beyond shut doors of lovers after loving,
Hands forcefully grasp mine
suffocating kisses
touches once welcome
now repulsive.
Figure in the back watches.
I stare at headlights.
Does our secret show?
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