Territorial
A Limerick Poem
I need my husband's embrace.
He runs, and I start to chase.
I'm possessive.
I'm obsessive.
I stop him, pull in his face.
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Irene Mielke
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I am Irene. I am an aspiring blogger and writer looking to influence the next generation towards their dreams. I want the rest to know that age is just a #, and you're never too old to begin a new dream from scratch.
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