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Jan 2015
He says he is home now.

That we should get snacks together.

But I already ate a salmon filet.

I am not hungry.

I ate too fast.
I have a gut.
There is nothing left.

So I turn my phone on mute.

Tempted, but astute
that I will ravish you
again, and,
feel more empty than
the wine bottle
next to this pen.
Part 1
Irate Watcher
Written by
Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
563
   --- and Brian Payamps
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