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Oct 2015
Nothing worse
than looking at the one you love-
only to realize,
they do not look back.

Instead
you find the paint on the wall
is a different color--
no longer matching the black
they once engrained.
Written by
G  Chicago, Illinois
(Chicago, Illinois)   
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