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May 2013
She slipped up behind him and
planted a kiss on his cheek.
Didn't seek my approval
removal,
almost as if I did not exist.
I wish it was me that she
kissed
wish that she'd creep up on me
wish I could see
what I was
doing
wrong.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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