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He has someone to hold
each day of the week.
That’s what my friends
told me about him.
I couldn’t find it in me
to believe them.
His girl on a Friday
is someone like me.
She’s tough but she burned
with the birds on
summer’s insane rays.
How could I remind myself
that he would run back to me?
I’m just one of seven girls
he’ll play with and toss to the side.