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It's that same damned
familiar pang.

That same one you felt
when he still had the remnants
of your heart on the bottom
of his left shoe.

It's that same throbbing
you felt when
you flew with a
transparent blindfold.

Well here I am
Mr. Man.
Naked, Fucked, and Bruised.

No.
I'm not so pretty anymore,
am I?

A black dove
Presides on some forgotten
Statue.

Cooing appropriately at
The old women.

He’s so damned frightened of his own
Reflection.
It’s just enough to

Ruffle his feathers.

Because every time he looks
He becomes disillusioned.

He’s no black dove,
Just another

Pigeon.