Loss

Nothing quite matches
A woman’s loss of beauty
Nor the way

She will glance at you
While she knows

She still has it
And you know
You never will.

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  1. #1 by Owen Ekman on October 14, 2011 - 11:38 am

    Into the female Psyche
    Burrows the Dane
    The minute he catches her glimpse
    The moisture he imagined there
    Was in fact his own tear

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