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Feb 2013
You left me
like a used ******
on the sidewalk
empty
discarded
trodden on
looked at
disgusting
unwanted.

used quickly
in vain
to acquire
some small pleasure
(mostly pain)
                                                           ­                 what were you thinking?
deflated
with pieces of you
i'd rather not keep
all over me.
he doesn't deserve this poem, but i do.
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Redshift  F
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   Harry J Baxter
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