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What is your problem
She asked as she recovered barely
From the massive push he gave her
Falling on the bed
You, he replied
As his mouth covered hers
In desperation, pressure increasing
Trying to control a will
Which wouldn't become willing
Will, won't. Will, won't
Sun 10th Jan 2016 15:20
A captured moment in life...great poem...
Your work continues to keep us guessing and I wonder whether this is the real you or someone who speaks through the work itself.
Readers on WOL often make the wrong assumption on autobiographical writing, so I won't be drawn.
well done,
Graham
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Vicki Ayers
Sun 10th Jan 2016 20:24
I like this Preeti - powerful x