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Jun 2011
Sometimes a hollow hug hurts

a buzz word stings

like a game of blame and acid shame

and the very venom we secrete

stills a heart of a simple beat

to hold and to perish

a love well-worn

to fold and to cherish

a beast forlorn.
Written by
Tam Ly
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