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Jan 2015
Gone underground.
You have turned and walked away.
It's not that there's now
Two meals on this tray.

So that is the score;
Don't come back,
Begging for more.
What's left is emptiness.

Go on and don't look back.
You've ravaged me to the core.
In view of which,
I can't say much more.
Sometimes you witness excruciating interpersonal moments in public; and it registers with an inward resonance.
hellopoet
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   Ariel Baptista
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