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You did not remember that onceyou stared so my head almost exploded
from the intensity, from the meaning--
your look a gun cocked and fully loaded.
I remembered, but since I was the only one,
it's not a memory I fondly kept:
I threw it out in the back forty where
the coyote and deer and foxes wept.
© Julianne Carlile
2010
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