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My momentary pause
Leads me to an open door
Letting out all of the unknown

All he needed was a friend
What she had was his to mend
He's played before
She was ignored
She was bored

Faces run across my eyes
Too fast to recognize
You were there so clearly
Touching you so nearly

Playing delaying just like before
Laying degrading looks like you've scored
Genitalia complaining, itchy like a whore
Scratching descaling twisting on the floor

This is one of many poems I wrote over 10 years ago and have only recently come back to so thought I would share to see people's feedback as I start to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading.