By shushlove
Date: 2002 Jul 14
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[[2002.07.14.09.33.1639]]

THREE

One to three, I searched the streets
She was a cat, he was a sheep
She was aggressive, he was a thief
of promises.
She poisoned him. And he took the bait
"We've been talking - I'm sticking with her"
"You're too independent" she jumped in
dripping with guilt and catty teeth.
My estimation sank by degrees
My heart shook coldly in keeping
with raindrops splashed on the street.