Posted on December 17, 2020June 26, 2021 by Leia130 over 80 | Poems that Suck I approached, cigarette in hand, offering to share but, You squirmed away from me with a boyish grin. I raised my eyebrow, arched, a silent question mark. “Every time you come near my blood pressure rises.” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Powerful!
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Thank ya!
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