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RIA
I catch her nestled in the crook
of his arm, her head cuddled up
on his shoulder as she gazes
adoringly into his eyes.
She follows him from room to room
in anticipation of their
walks together, play together.
I catch him giving her tidbits.
She creeps into his bed, she steals
kisses, she lies like a living
hot waterbottle, oozing heat,
leaving black hair on my white sheets.
The bitch.