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I wish I never see you again

That I never again see those worn out shoes and overstepped soles

Nor those pants hanging limply from your ass begrudging your budding potbelly

Nor that tight t-shirt with the print too faded to cue memory stretched over your back slouching for some slack

I never again want to see those hands with nails bitten back to atonement

Nor those ears stretching up to bear that nose that beaks when you grin

Even less the shine of your scalp freshly-shaved from your latest absolving ablutions

But mostly, I wish I never again look into
those caked-mud eyes
that only pretend to see

(but my wishes never come true)

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