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september nineteenth, 2007

by Ava Blu

she did not want to leave;
her fumbling remarks circling his face like a ring of smoke.

he asked her to ride with him,
and she seemed to need my permission;

is there anyone you believe
will not be fooled by your candy-coated eyes?

09/19/2007

Posted on 09/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/20/07 at 03:11 AM

I like those last two lines. Well put.

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