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Dr. Langlinais
English 10203
7 March 2011
His Baby
My toes graze the floor without a sound,
Eyes of glistening marble widen.
Creep around the corner, push the door
Ever so slowly. I am the hidden camera of
Reality television. Her red hair is
Tossed around like a salad. Her body sways, a
Dazed palm tree in the wind. Not an object of
Affection. Only lust. He loves me.
My voice is hummed at his touch.