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May 2017
hands shaking.
woke up
jilted

mind drifting.
dreaming about
you

trouble separating
rem from
reality

he's beckoning
for gentle
touches

yet im filtering
your entirety

straining
your existence

out of
dream-state

asking myself
for the source
of infliction

finding it
in an
expression
For WY

After months of ignorance, you chose to give me a prolonged familiar expression. That half-smile. Those brown eyes. Your long strides. You ripped the skin right off my back in the way that you rip the sheets off of your bed. For the last moment we will have.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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