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Sep 2016
waver how to take what you say
to me between a compliment
and a permanent slur
which often is my fault

I endure on  trying to say
to you my dear you  complement
me so so much so far
which is my guilt

when I get petulant
redundantly exposed to
what I think
are fits

then I look back through the stem of the bottle
wordvango
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wordvango
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