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Getting jealous? I nudge her jokingly. She shrugs and smiles. *I'm not bothered by the Tattoo on your chest that Says Tina, Am I?* God, I love confidence. No eggshells under my feet, No worry that she'll pry Or spy. She's her own woman. Claims to be mine, but I know better. Even heavy Clouds don't own the rain. All I can do is get Soaked, open My mouth if I'm thirsty. Take in the washing. Hope that the deluge Never ends. It's getting covered up, I Assure her. Hoping she Cares.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Her Own Woman
Getting jealous? I nudge her jokingly. She shrugs and smiles. *I'm not bothered by the Tattoo on your chest that Says Tina, Am I?* God, I love confidence. No eggshells under my feet, No worry that she'll pry Or spy. She's her own woman. Claims to be mine, but I know better. Even heavy Clouds don't own the rain. All I can do is get Soaked, open My mouth if I'm thirsty. Take in the washing. Hope that the deluge Never ends. It's getting covered up, I Assure her. Hoping she Cares.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
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