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Mar 2015
battered, bruised
   broken
distraught, anguished
  disillusioned
grabbing onto something
that just isn't there
don't you know that?
can't you stop yourself?
    give up
please
save whatever pride you have left
and move on
          to greener pastures
    brighter days
            well lit bar rooms
anything but what you're doing
quit imploring to be noticed
crying...
           ...that's for babies
    ball up
           man up
and go get yourself a real woman
for christ's sake!
not intended for any one individual
just something that's been brewing in me
waiting for my fingers to set it free
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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