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vampiredust
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Tba
You watched
him from your office window,
noting the time he'd leave
his building. You'd talk together
as you walked on the same path
to the cafe by the station where
you all ate luch. When the streetlights
dimmed, you'd wait for him.
You never saw his head shaved,
the tattoos etched on his skin. No,
that was no your world. You could
never grasp that philosophy being
written down in his genes. He was yours.
But when he left, you were hoping
for something. Some reassurance,
a word rustling somewhere. All you received
was a postcard with no address
and the letters TBA scrawled in his DNA.
You watched
him from your office window,
noting the time he'd leave
his building. You'd talk together
as you walked on the same path
to the cafe by the station where
you all ate luch. When the streetlights
dimmed, you'd wait for him.
You never saw his head shaved,
the tattoos etched on his skin. No,
that was no your world. You could
never grasp that philosophy being
written down in his genes. He was yours.
But when he left, you were hoping
for something. Some reassurance,
a word rustling somewhere. All you received
was a postcard with no address
and the letters TBA scrawled in his DNA.
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