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Mar 2013
You gave me a rush with the slip of your tongue
your eloquence radiating hot from your lips
As sligh as a fox your wit tied a knot
I yanked just alittle abashed at the fact I was caught
zeroing in
Your hand reached for my chin
as my gut wrenched and screamed
I caved and grinned
and let my eyes meet your defined brow
like a tree in the forest
this beating went on without a sound
and my intoxication soared but was more played upon
I'll be your little fool
your scapegoat
your mouse
but rest assured one day I'd gnaw my way out
Danielle Rose
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Danielle Rose  Fall River
(Fall River)   
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