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May 2015
There was a moment
it was like what they call deja vu
She was one of those women
I think she worked in a store

Or a laundry, its been a while
Tell you the truth, I didn't care
Listening was never my my thing
Her mind wasn't what I was after

But what I did hear
Seemed like a script, well practised
She claimed she already had a man
But it was like the words were meaningless

And I remembered another one, a while before
Like her but not the same
Saying something roughly similar
And it didn't hit me until later

And when I say later
I mean after the fights and the yelling
After the slammed doors and tears
Just like the times before

Those very available
and yet somehow impossible to reach
Women, that seemed to fill up my life
Found them everywhere I went

That went on for a quite a while
Seems so **** obvious now.
The only excuse I have
I was young
“A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?”
― Jennifer Egan
Michael French
Written by
Michael French  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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   Kelley A Vinal
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