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i suppose we all act.

it's leaving time.

when night peers
through charcoaled lids
and offers up a dark breath
of knowing-

oh yes,
yes.
it is getting pretty late.

the rouge stain
of kiss-swollen lips
settling in a bashful smile
and her eyes are so bright,sharp-
the determined student of coy

she slinks to the door
opens it wide-

"i guess i'll see you tomorrow."