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Jul 2011
Her smile, so weary—
So weary of a word.
Waiting for a king
To make her less absurd.

And there, still—
There still she stands.
Still waiting

Waiting

To abandon or destroy
As he enters softly
To wake her from a choice.
Allison Wright
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Allison Wright  New York
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