She Fought Against His
J
James McLain
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She fought against his,
in her mind the sound of only.
Even when he slept there
sweet and fondly.
Curly hair wet with sweat,
dripping drops of dew into
a rose untill it opens up.
The pot was always full and
spooned so kind the moon,
did fit just thus.
Turning over stars fall out the side.
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