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Aug 2015
To put it plain, you’re cheating:
your eyes are wandering off the test in front of you
and into grass that still seems green, like
the eyes you suddenly fall into when they smile
and dance on a face so much like
the one you used to love when
you were young and now again,
you strain at commitment’s tether
because on the other side of the fence
there might be more to life than getting old.
I feel old, not ready to commit, but I still love him. I am confused.
Liz Humphrey
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Liz Humphrey
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