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Plan B
Was nothing I’d never dreamed?
Yet everything I instinctively knew
She, it, he
The semantics did not matter
It hit me
With a closed fist
Hard at first
Then like a slow kiss
I felt it grow
Outside in
And it was all
I could ever
Possibly see
Yet everything I instinctively knew
She, it, he
The semantics did not matter
It hit me
With a closed fist
Hard at first
Then like a slow kiss
I felt it grow
Outside in
And it was all
I could ever
Possibly see
Published 2nd Feb 2014
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