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Mark Gavoor's Poetry
Monday, March 7, 2011
what changed?
temptation at one glance
none at another
nothing changed but
the firing of my own
synapses and whatever
the hell it was
you said
lioness
lioness
sitting paws folded
in cool repose
waiting to make
more cubs...
pant...
pant...
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