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Mar 2016
I had no idea that we were this pathetic,
stranded on our emotions -
Lending out what we erstwhile harvested for keeping,
hoping for something new;
among this debris,
that we call ...
LOVE.
The Ripper
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The Ripper  B'tween pen & paper
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