Proofreader(For Jan)
D Dónall Dempsey
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Running a high temp
reality(as I know it)
melting before me
I am about eye level
with your right breast
as you type nakedly
I watch as your nipple
follows eagerly
everything you type
as if at any moment
it would
shout out
'You left a comma out! '
(or correct is spelt incorrectly) .
It bobs before me
a diligent proofreader
as your words
turn into poems
&
I
...pass out!
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