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Do not throw the ball to me;
Honesty? It’s nails on chalk;
You wonder what I would do
if you were moving away;
the grit lingers on my hand
Stop making this so easy!
The tracks fillet the old board
Can you handle the answer?
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
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