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Friday, July 3, 2009
6:03 PM ; marriage.
her toes creep against the ground of freedom
ending her lover’s vigil
leaving her pedestal prison
walking away from her spineless, flamethrower husband

his eyes strain against the darkness
attempting to recapture her beauty
waiting for her to give up
praying his wife will submit to enslavement once more

under an October sky,
a marriage is ending
a woman gains her liberty
a man loses his love.


-- for Poefusion

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