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START: I remember how you looked at me...

Slave Play

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START: I remember how you looked at me
that night
at the bar
when we first met,
how it felt
when I first tasted your eyes on me
because your eyes had a taste
[... …]
END: You were different
so
foreign.
Un-American.
Not a demon.
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But you do still have the virus.

Jeremy O. Harris. Slave Play, Theatre Communications Group (electronic edition), 2019. Pp. 171-175.

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