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Jan 2010
She says ***** like it's a bad thing.
But I smile and give her a small look.
It feeds my ego.
My words feel like poison in her veins
and I honestly don't give a flying **** what she thinks of me.

So I walk away.
Swaying my hips just a tad.
Kathy Byers
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Kathy Byers  31/F/Lost in Translation
(31/F/Lost in Translation)   
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