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Rachel Elizabeth Feb 2013
Each morning I cross my fingers
That your friend who spends time with my pretty neighbor
Cannot hear the sad songs sounding from my closet room.
I’ll blow you again
But not my cover.
Rachel Elizabeth Feb 2013
He devours the snow upon which I bleed
Consumes then strays from every part of me
Yet I stagger back weak, so effortlessly
Keeping the prey close; the efficient way to feed.
Inspired by nature writer Rick Bass
Rachel Elizabeth Feb 2013
Like the Oscars,
We’re an annual affair.
The build up is glamorous; the aftermath fleeting.
You always win,
My tattooed Meryl Streep.
I wrote this about a friend, who is sometimes a whatever the male term for "mistress" is.

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