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It had been a year, and although I was merely trivial, he will always be quicksand I couldn’t help but notice the way that red flannel shirt hung so carelessly from his shoulders during our unexpected meeting at the coffee shop last week For a whole year I have resented the fact that he lingers in my dreams But has moved on to a beauty beyond my complexion The new girl with golden locks cascading beside eyes like watercolor pearls And me Hiding my inadequacies beneath Chiffon pink lip gloss and A 99 cent smile
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
At the Coffee Shop
It had been a year, and although I was merely trivial, he will always be quicksand I couldn’t help but notice the way that red flannel shirt hung so carelessly from his shoulders during our unexpected meeting at the coffee shop last week For a whole year I have resented the fact that he lingers in my dreams But has moved on to a beauty beyond my complexion The new girl with golden locks cascading beside eyes like watercolor pearls And me Hiding my inadequacies beneath Chiffon pink lip gloss and A 99 cent smile
patricia-walsh
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
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