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It
When you said
you were sorry
I thought
you meant it
This
my little one
is just life
showing its teeth
I can’t help you
that would be
defeat
this my little one
you must face all alone
at least
until the next time
you get home
You left
just a beat
before midnight
and I
woke up
to a brand new day.
Or
are we two
a
costly mistake
or
a beautiful embrace?
this much I know
if I know
nothing else
there is always
a next.
Bad
I overheard you phone
conversation
turned quickly so
not to hear
things I shouldn’t
but I still heard
all the bad about
me
the snow
always made a movie
of your life
viewed from your
absolutely
perfect house
until the snow
slowly
turned
into rain.
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