Posted by Tinamarie Bernard on Jan 13, 2011 in Poetry
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I suppose it was something you said
That caused me to tighten
And pull away.
And when you asked,
“What is it?
I, of course, said,
Whenever I say, “Nothing.”
You can be very certain there is something.
That something is a cold, hard lump of
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