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Apr 2013
I
Clenched fists
Sweaty palms
Darting eyes
Too ashamed
To meet.

Bickering
On and on
Friends growing tired
Impatiently holding
Sweet breath
While we waste ours.

My sharp tongue,
Flicking,
Forked;
Devil Woman,
You called me,
I inflicted such pain.

You,
Kind, but not without barriers
Were an easy target.
We had such fun.

I
Found love
In the face of our games
But now
I am alone.
Rosaline Moray
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Rosaline Moray
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