Shadows
echoes
reflections
changlings
things we might say in
stolen moments-
breathless exultations
in darkened, anonymous
booths
they are surrogate
lovers
half, and half again brothers and sisters
Blind couriers of our
caged passions
they are who we would
be,
if we could be
they are you and
me
Booths
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The Vampire of the Heart
Poetry
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