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The Pale Hand.

The pale hand,
Spanned over time,
In June 1963.
Pushed me up against the wall,
And fucking slapped me.
I remember how the slap stimulated my cheek.
Not a word,not a peek from me.
That year was the last time I was stimulated!
Now. Presently. My cheek stings,
Whenever I see a pale hand.
 
 
 
Wired6. 3/1/2022
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