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Mar 2014
The Lost Chance Girl
returns from higher altitudes.

I have slipped on her icy passes
in the night
I often sit in lover-wonder,
ever,
to her many voices,
I am vigilant.

When our lips touched
what needles must have been hidden?

tipped with poisonous promise
they left me choking
on the words unsaid.
Written by
jack
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