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The Voyeur
by Candace Turner

I stand in the shadows
Trapped in their private moment

From a damp white pillow
He struggles to raise his head
Dry cracked lips
Whisper her name

They kiss
A breath shared
Memories pass between their eyes

Tears wet on my cheeks
Mine not theirs


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