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Sep 2011
How is it that another's love
can be so easily abandoned,
so thoughtlessly divested, like an
indifferent breath exhaled into
the frigid morning, visible but
for an instance then vanishing,
and meaning nothing at all?

--
Warren Gossett
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Warren Gossett
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   Alyssa
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