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Feb 2013
A simple wish
         yet again
    overlooked by him.
Does he care?
    She wonders. Everything
plunders. If only delicate words

arose in time
   to dilute
instant bursts of rage.
         It's too late.
Silence is all he gives.
  A child unwilling to talk.

She still struggles
     accepting
his realistic ways.
       It all hurts.
Sometimes she wishes
  he'd leave through the unopened door.
Khrystle Rea
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Khrystle Rea
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