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You look through me.
That is the look
I reserve for the dark mirror of night
when I am invisible.
That is the gaze
which burns eyes hollow.
You stare through the trussed flesh
past the scaffolding
past the myopic ghosts of being,
looking to see
looking to find.
That is the look that chills
a fear
goes through me.
(C) Eric Ashford June 08
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