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a phonecall

my ex lover, ex-addict, ex-con
six and quarter feet of
tattoos and testosterone,

is the kind of man you can love
but never be with,
love but from a distance

a myopic tryst with darkness,

I call him when I am scared
when I am lost or alone
and he tells me he will

always be there, no matter how far
to keep those bitches away from my door
Written by juon
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