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I read her mind
she's like a book
no chapter worth a second look
my life-sentence
jailed on a page
brackets bar this printed cage
her musings pour
bound by rude glue
she rarely takes you anywhere new
she intends to
edit me out
I'm two two-dimensional; I cannot shout
other fellows
fill the pages
to supplement her bulging wages
li...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 10:42 am
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