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May 2012
I couldn't wait to see you
and when I did
it was all I had to confirm.

The feeling I had to sift through
all those i had hid
buried under a berm.

What should I do
open up a bid
let you make me infirm?

If only you knew
it seems I have slid
into a situation in which I squirm.

It takes all I have not to call you.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2012
Cassie Mae
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Cassie Mae
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