To the Other Woman’s Other Woman
she savors the taste of lovenew promises whispering whimsicallyaching for more.moremoreand then somegorging herself on lies.she hasn’t noticed yetthe drifter in his eyesor the smokescreenthat cages his gypsy heart.she hasn’t noticed yetthat she is me.© Nathalie M. Viorato
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