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The First Thing

I could never
win because you
took your stand,
would not give it
up, you with such
little hands.

You had this thought
of me which told me
how I ought to be:

now you are at my door

almost crawling on my floor

you asking for the days

before:  want to come in?
Written by marcella1
Published | Edited 21st Nov 2013
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