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Mar 2011
Let us cut to the chase
where you drove love erratic
your cut smile
on that day I knew,
I must leave.
It wasn't raining,
weather was beautiful!
Not at all like a movie,
though a grand score must have been playing.

You said your last true words to me,
from behind your insane sneer...
I could not have an ounce, nor inch,
I could not breathe as
you ******
the last of my essence.

I could have smashed every thing we were,
now relegated to nightmares, and how I hold
you to account for them nightly.
You created this, and perhaps one day I will
forgive the torment, but as I relive it,
you will face justice... guaranteed.

Yes Commander,
I relieved you of duty...
I never asked for whip, nor lash of your fork tongue.
No, I asked for love. No, I don't require *******.
You taught me how to say No, and in your case,
**NO MORE!
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Robert McKinlay
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Robert McKinlay  Vancouver
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