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"Introduction" by Chalin

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the smell of
primos reminds
me of sex-

with you
nothing is ever
complete

and,
so much is left
unsaid,
hanging.

in my head,
needing to be
shouted in your
mouth.

i am cloaked
inside your
denial,
the silence leaves
me room to

assumptions-
so much that
you hate and

it's not to be
helped when
i can't
hear what
you're not
saying.



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On Wednesday December 10th, 2003, TropicalSnowstorm (747) writes:
Great piece! "I can't hear what you're not saying" - excellent! Ciao, T/S



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