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Jan 2013
I dip my head
to avert your eyes
every time we pass
I hold my breath
to prevent from speaking
and proving myself an ***
I pretend I know
what you think of me,
that I’m strange and unappealing
I fear I’ve blown
any chance at knowing you
and sharing these feelings
About a co-worker.
Roberta Day
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Roberta Day  30/F/Austin, Tx
(30/F/Austin, Tx)   
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