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from the June 2007 issue

Spying on You

Well, I want you, at last, with no more shackles.
On the table, I stroke the shields of silence
I once wore.
I break a rule (now, don't tell),
spy on you and am amused (don't say it),
to see you smile (don't hold back).
You're flustered (right?).

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