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A Poem by Kristina Yoder

You feign,
she swoons
she says when
you say soon.

Ego beckons
she starts begging-
turned around
she begins descending
as you get to your 
dissenting.

Masks a plenty
you make and hide
behind
wearing just the right 
one 
to win your prize.

When unclosed wounds
get too close-
turn and run,
find your next dose 
of smart girl
sweet girl
feign a special connection,
girl.

Because pain that deep,
pain that great
can always just be 
buried with a
new date.

Call me up
don't be late.

© 2025 Kristina Yoder


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Added on August 22, 2025
Last Updated on August 22, 2025

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Kristina Yoder
Kristina Yoder

Cleveland , OH



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