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Waiting For Miss Write
Waiting For Miss Write.
“I like you”, I said,
without the need for thumbs pointing to the sky.
She smiled, a beautiful smile.
Her face unlike a circle with U lips.
We parted on a kiss
that had nothing to do with sex or X.
Promising that we’d talk again
later in the week.
The phone box on the corner
wasn’t mobile - so I was.
I walked ...
Monday 15th April 2013 3:27 pm
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