Wednesday, August 18, 2004
We are what we are
He presented himself as a predator of sex Quite obviously a wolf of lust I shot him down as a lamb he came back I love you he said as a friend too if that is what it must be As a woman of character a bee with her honey I opened my arms Steadfast I held to my belief of mutual respect and camaderie Expectations weren't met now I get barely cordiality do I care? Sure I do. do I miss? Sure I do. As a woman of character As a predator of sex we are what we are. Ane Laszlo-Howard, copyrighted August...
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