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Love Not the X


by Catherine Davis




That X was all over my dream last night.


X you, X! I hiss, hoping subtlety will carry.


He does dumbfounded.


You X me, I X you back.  Me, pointing out the obvious.


He tries goofy.  The goofy grin.  That goof-y X-ing grin.


Stay Xed! I scream.


Still he keeps popping up. Whichever way I turn, still talking.


Xing X.  


Nothing left to do but walk out.  Out of my own dream.


X 'm.
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