Beg
Open and raw wound
Begs for any healing salve
Painful memories
Outside casino
No energy left to beg
He has had his chips
If I had to beg
Grovelling on poor old knees
T'would be for world peace
Stare
You stare at my face
Dear prosopagnosia
No recognition
Woman over there
Stares at my face knowingly
Wonder what she knows
Stare into mirror
If you can judge your true self
You may judge others
Tell
Tim’s telling tall tales
To teach alliteration
Terrifying tots
Tell or not to tell
Schoolyard bully does not care
I have the power
Wood smoke in the air
Tells me there is a bushfire
Burning to know where
Carry her to term
Whispering, playing music
Born she'll be attached
Pry
You don't have to pry
My life is an open book
Gift on wedding day
Pry if you want to
Life in photos and comments
It's all on Facebook
I am paid to pry
A trained curiosity
Reconnecting self
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