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woman in black

my woman in black

decanting denture tablets

into tea stained cups

Telling me the things

Which make her sad

Stains

Spilled sugar

All the things

But I like it

Because everything with her

Is a test or a celebration

I’m a more private man

Because the light of her

Burns away the corrupted need

For attention

And I bask in her light

Even when she’s dressed

In shadows

Yet I remain umoved

Shifted only by will

So I shall sit

Watch her

A little longer

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here: http://wp.me/P4B2tw-1

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (http://www.smart-talent-kent.co.uk/)

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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