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Jan 2011
I cannot deescalate you,
or pin you to a warm bed and
kiss the anger from your lips.

The trap is set, or sprungβ€”
always in the teeth of something;
always wondering if it's best
to struggle or lie perfectly still.

Your words ****; they remind meΒ 
that I've made all love borrowed,
having spent mine as I pleased.
Marsha Singh
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Marsha Singh
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   --- and Lydia B
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