Stalked

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  • Jealousy

    Stalked
    He knew it was just a game of time
    Opportunity reared its head
    He grabbed her
    He slapped her
    He stabbed her
    He left her for dead…..

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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