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Mar 2017
come close
but not close enough
to touch

peer at me
but shift your eyes away
quickly

ignore me
but watch me from across
the room

breathe down
the nape of my bare neck
like before

hate me
but wish I was still in
your bed
For WY

We've always been a back-and-forth thing. This and a that-a-way.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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