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Tuesday, 28 January 2014

A Fitting End - Poetry



I saw you across the crowded room

And knew you were meant for me

I want to hold you in my arms

And caress you so tenderly

But what I saw made me blue

Another woman was holding you

I was filled with jealous rage, I confess

Until her body got stuck fitting "MY" dress





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