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She Pushed
I often think about her
turning away and pointing
she points (always)
from a winning stance
she says
that she thinks about me
or so she says...
I think of her push
and shove laugh
and her fingered arguments-
I was wrong
she was (always) often correct
and as we crawled into
each other's wet laugh...
we waited...
and she waited longer.
words ...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 10:50 pm
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