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riverotter
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A I sit on my porch
smoking my last cigarette.
My mind drifts back
too all the women I LOVED before.
I wonder if I was
too forgiving
too easy
or too far away.
As the sun sinks into the western sky
the fading hues of the sunset reminds me
of the redhead that became too demanding
of the brunette that did not know what she wanted
and too the ravenhaired one who thought my kindness as weakness.
I wonder if they are happy.
My TV dinner calls, I RISE, turn, put out my last cigarette
and CLOSE the door.
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chumani67_PREV
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`I love the way how some people put words to their thoughts of their experiences...
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daraain
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`lovely....i wish i had the creativity to describe my emotions in the similar poetic manner....
when my mind drifts back to all the men i have met, casually dated, dumped or being dumped by them, and the one man i truly loved, if they still remember me-because i remeber them and cherish the time spend with them-i only remember the good time, their kindness and what joy they brought in my life only-and i wonder if they remember me the same way, or in any way at all...?
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