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Apr 2019
She longed for him.

She wanted him like a pair of shoes await their dancing partner's feet.

But, like the ice that flows down the river.

She may continue to an end,
that may never exist or occur.

But in her mind, she has had him plenty.

And that's what she will remember when he is eventually ready.
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The Concrete Poet  M
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