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Jun 2014
What you don't see
is the way I wait,
watching her braid
worries in her hair
speckling small daisies,
my eyes like tumblers
gulping her in swigs
as she perches glasses
on the arch of her nose,
and then we'll take
a photo
to remark on how
we were back then
and now.
Conor Letham
Written by
Conor Letham  West Midlands, UK
(West Midlands, UK)   
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