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May 2016
Internal fires
all a rage
Maybe it's time
to turn the page

Your words to me
have become so trite
Some time alone
would be a delight

You walk the earth
to deceive
I think it's time
for me to leave

Love and devotion
is what I need
Not to incubate
a poison seed

For us there'll be
no horse and carriage
The time has come
to end this marriage
The Lunchtime Poet
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The Lunchtime Poet
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