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Posted on April 30, 2012 by Nicholas Alexander

Domestic dilemma

two strong hands tugging at my coat
can not tell which one has its hands around my throat

this way and that way they pull each
other out of their shells all that protection has no meaning

exposed to each other
they start that sacred dance the one where they barely touch

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