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Feb 2014
Whirlwind words spun by
miss Meddler threading my life
like a knitted benvolent blanket.
A rush of excitement, all in the moment
Not really comprehending the extent
of your less than marvellous meddling
and my feet dangled at the veneer.
A zenith, a choice finally offered
but not wanted nor desired.
Written by
Amber Rose
448
   Timothy
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