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Where the Grass Is Greener

She fell in love
with the neighbor.
I thought I was a poet
until I saw the love letters
she wrote him.
She got away with it.
Maybe it’s because
the neighbor and I
shared the same name.
Or maybe she
got away with it
because I let her
get away with it.

Jaundré van Breda © 2020

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