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Feb 2012
i’ve come home to see
you’ve left me the key
you brought it to me
because i’d called you crying

i look up to see
above the new key
that picture of me
and now my throat is drying

i guess now it’s you who’s crying
Helen
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Helen
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   K Balachandran
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