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Mar 2016
The rusty faucet created puddles
In the kitchen sink

I could hear it drip, drip, dripping
While his mattress squeaked

Failing to concentrate on his eyes -
Were they blue or green?

Hair disheveled and rosy cheeks,
While I was underneath

His chapped lips - agape
Whispering obscenities

Sweat on his brow
Drip, drip, dripping on me

The rusty faucet created puddles
In the kitchen sink

Salty eyes formed oceans
On his gray sheets
I don't know who this is for.

I... really enjoy this piece.

And I don't have a title... yet.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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