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Oct 2011
I will poke at the belly
That you used to hug
I will ponder the body that
You used to love
I will gnaw at the fingers
That you used to kiss
And I will smother the hope
That I am something you'll miss.
Robyn Kekacs
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Robyn Kekacs
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