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Aug 2012
It seems to me

I'm always left

Here

Just here, standing

A small piece

Of you, for awhile

Happens every time

I'm left here

Waiting for what?

You to come back?

No. Never.

Just waiting to be left again

And again

Here.
Veronica Emilia
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Veronica Emilia  New York
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