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september twentieth, 2007

by Ava Blu

i will not be pressured
into doing something i am not able to do yet,

and i will not allow your force to stop my
thinking.

i may not be made like the other women
who would drop everything to be by you;

but their slight touch, slight nod of head
will never fucking equal the first time our lips would graze.

go on, put all your bets on a new place;

what will you do
when nothing can replace my face?

09/20/2007

Posted on 09/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/21/07 at 02:47 AM

It's not? Gah... Well...(coughs) I still like it...

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