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Only yesterday
I waxed eloquent
Of her mouth,
Her nose,
Her frail, clean shoulders,
Her hand turned like a leaf
Against her face
In quiet contemplation.
Here, an older woman
Draws me in an
Interesting conversation,
Grows sympathetic and
Sinks in a sentence or two
At the right places,
How can one woman
Make you forget another.
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