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Dec 2012
I can't do this anymore
The tears come regularly
And another slash is added to
the final score,
the final tally.

We are already at
one too many,
overflowed,
full and plenty.

I can't move on,
I just can't seem to get a grip,
I really can't forget,
you flood my mind--
fill my gaps--
And without you,
I slowly collapse.
Archetypes Anonymous
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