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Out the Door Cold, Daily 43

43.
There couldn’t be a comfortable rejection.
I would rather cut my own head off,
Then to ruminate in your hate.
Holding my man back
Is just my womanly cowardice.

Who wants to accept father’s disappearance?
Avoid anything but the last time out the door.
The man is not afraid to swim with sharks
The maid shivers with awe at the sleek cold blooded.
The ocean is too wide for a still child filled with worry.
And slick enemies dance so well in the dark sea.

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