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Jul 2012
each accusation
rolled from you
upon silver tongue

but still you waited
            breath bated

for me to lay down
my defense
 past perfect tense

standing still I
            waited

and the silence
             grated

which I truly
            hated
      
the meaning became
                   overrated

  my feelings became
                 desecrated

  your fallen look was
                       belated

               as my spirit
                      deflated

your cruel words were
misstated, predated
 translated and unrated


     and duly marked as
                       unrelated

                     as I calmly
                           waited

       for you to ask me
      *one more time
Helen
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