to decide
as you suffered you said,
"it's because I was so mean."
but your people choose
He doesn't work that way
i swabbed parched lips
the little leather tongue
dried out, waiting
remember the Coke machine?
you paused with longing
"mother's milk" ... i smiled
tough to watch you fade
and you decided
you made me so proud
always a girl with grit
knowing when enough is enough
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