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TWO-TON EYELASHES
His voice has a strange
effect upon my eyelids.
His words lie heavy on
my lashes;
lead lids slowly lowering,
no longer able
to support themselves.
Chin resting on hands,
holding the heavy
burden, lashes dripping
with his words,
flooding my brain with
his verbal novocaine.
copyright Susan "Sam" Madden
http://www.fortunecity.co.uk/meltingpot/clyde/207/
