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Aug 2019
Like a guilty dog looking
at a chewed discarded shoe.
You amused me,
I used you.

Did I have to tear you?
Did I really have a choice?
I knew I didn't care for you
or the bla bla of your voice.

Now I drink and start to think,
I must be more than this.
Breaking young and hopeful hearts
with just "I'll call you" and a kiss.
Michael H
Written by
Michael H  36/M/Chiang Mai
(36/M/Chiang Mai)   
   Bogdan Dragos
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