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The Way

i knew what would happen.
it was easy to ferret it through;
the long trip home, rain disturbances
not with-standing.

hi.
my name is synonymous with
standards. I am expected in pearls
before labor day; shoes with red bottoms
and no wit to see.

I hunger for none.
I trade in smile and I don't remember.
I hate what had been and that I don't love
the way I should.

the way the romance books say-
the way our grandparents behaved;
the way my insides sweat and moan;
I way you look at me.

I'm sorry.
but I still love you.
Written by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
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