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Self-Confession

they share my
universal knowledge
A grasping for ribbons and confetti from beauty queens that smile by
A necessity for a secret lust from an anonymous, invisible one
A common bond, like names in a phone book--We’re all in this together.
A first-grade teacher that remembers
A unique outlook, a set of eyes,
yet a pair
of a group
that longs to see its own face.