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A Thing I Must Do (Free verse) by Dovina

Shoes and socks removed and carried I walked across the infield grass. At second base, I folded clothes and set them on the plate. Up somewhere in the darkness of bleachers in the night he sat watching me in moonlight silent in his jeans. A person hides in cotton and needs to open up reveal herself to the universe all secrets told and known. Turn on the lights and listen now This is me and who I am I stand for me, just me I refuse to cringe and run.

zodiac 10-Feb-05/12:59 AM
Whatever. Let me give you a free piece of advice: You tend to mangle language. Stop it. Anyone will tell you "reflects poorly on your kind" doesn't mean anything close to "merely" or "one of a kind".




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