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Hetero
November 28, 2016
As he makes eye contact,
I am impregnated.
As he grasps my hand,
Our children our born.
As he pulls me closer,
They grow to be toddlers.
As he holds me,
They become teenaged.
As he kisses me,
They grow old and die.
And as we make love,
The process repeats itself.
© Garrett M., Port Angeles, WA
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