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Too available
My diagnosis
My judgment
And then
I saw him
looking trendy and sweet
ordering a burrito with guacamole and cheese.
There was no air conditioning
so we sweated it out
while we relaxed in each other’s company.
His hair looked soft
as did his hands.
And as it turned out
soft
is
what they were.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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