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Nov 2010
you’ll never get it

swift words,
shifting focus
mechanically.

digest and forget.

arise,
those weighty eyelids.
caressing lips and
read upon hips;
“void all fondness”.

yield to fall,
fall- for a poet.
Written by
Meghan McDonald
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