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Mildred Sim Apr 2017
you were a jerking ripple
to the tranquility of stilled waters
a wind that slaughters
sturdied barks *******

you invaded the dead of the night
and occupied home within my thoughts
I try to draw the dots
like constellations that rewrite  

what could have, would have -
oh what a fallible attempt of a retaliation
that made no mention
of the wails of the stars; where I gave

the unanswered Okay
that you robbed and thieved away

— The End —