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Nov 2015
your fists beat on the door
hollering for me to answer
i sit cowering in the corner
   rocking
     waiting
for you to leave
when will your torture end?
when will you leave me be?
why can't the happiness i've found
in being without you
become the happiness you accept
in being without me?
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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