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The Salesman
she is bored, even more
since the kids have grown
and I no longer rush home
for meals served warm
when the neighbor comes over
she finger-combs her curls
and stains her lips- in ‘berry-kiss’-
bent into a simper
is when I remember
I, too,
once knocked on her door.
since the kids have grown
and I no longer rush home
for meals served warm
when the neighbor comes over
she finger-combs her curls
and stains her lips- in ‘berry-kiss’-
bent into a simper
is when I remember
I, too,
once knocked on her door.
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