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Exposed
(by Jerry Cullen) Will a 60th of a second comfort me? A piece of time frozen, Or countless such pieces of past. The monochrome 6x7 Remains the same And I grow old without you. And a thousand prints Could fade For one hello or touch As you remain in the moment And I have a million to cry. |
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Illusion
(by Jerry Cullen) She was pleased with the practised reflection. Will quick hands and mirrors distract him? Aren't the best ones done that way? And while he fills her head with half-truths, She will hide inside and think Who will touch her world, And turn it inside out? |
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Scars
(by Jerry Cullen) Nip Tuck Slice They're poking, prodding, pushing and pulling Mountain to molehill Boobjob begins And the eyes of the beholder can't hide the truth. That I loved you once is not enough Goodbye Killough* We both have scars (*A Tipperary beauty spot where quarrying now takes place.) |
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