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May 2013
Sunlight bleeds
through my blinds
onto her as she slips on her shoes.

She looks up at me,
her eyes raining influence.

She answers her phone,
smiling.

"Hi," she says with a laugh.
"I'll be right over."
"Bye-bye. Love you, too."
She hangs up.
She waves bye.

I wish she would make up her mind.
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J A
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