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My Secret MAG

By Anonymous

The triangle-clad women
The faceless blue masses
Of tangibleshapes
And bald heads
Stare me down
From theirimpenetrable perch
On the bathroom door
They mock mequietly
As I cross the threshold
To face my demons
Onthe other side of the door
And they watch me
Withinvisible eyes
As I muffle my secret
With the sound ofrushing water
Like a pillow over my mouth
And the womenchuckle
As I leave
With a vacant gut
And a knowinggrin.






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