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May 2014
You were melting in the mold
That I had laid out for you,
In secret,
Becoming exactly what you
Thought
I wanted,
Filling every depth,
Covering the surface
While I watched,
Doing nothing
As you changed the make-up
Of your DNA.
My eyes lingered,
As they tend to do,
On the last remaining part
Of you,
Watching it shift into this mold.
And then I left you
Because as you should know by now,
A woman never wants
What's easily available.
Monica Abigail
Written by
Monica Abigail  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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