She's No Lady
Arbitrary Ponderings From a Busy Betty
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Pity
Their pity-filled glances hang on me, chidingly.
"Poor Fool" they say.
"Doesn't she
know
?"
"Move on," they say.
"Because he could."
"No love," they say.
As if reciprocity were determinate.
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