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By chrissy Date: 2006 Feb 16 Comment on this Work [[2006.02.16.23.42.8542]] |
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He sits there and shoots emotions at me through his eyes. I duck and try to avoid getting hurt. And then try to pick up the burnt out emotions from the floor. I try to look in his eyes to ee where our conversation is going. Or even to see what emotion might come out next. But his eyes are tinted, like limousine windows. He can see out, but I can't see in. I feel like the crazed fan, banging on the window for an autograph, a wink, a kiss. Any piece of you. But instead I'm left ducking the burning cigarettes you flick out the window. How dare you read my thoughts, but not let me read yours. |