handball
she reminded me
of someone I had known
but she was
older young
her face etched
by pain grief smoke
she unleashed
a return
with such venom
no man could hold
she did not smile
her face unchanged
but her eyes could kill
as her hope
had been
in life
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2012-08-27 at 13:15
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