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May 2010
I stare in silence
The glowing screen
Inside my minute refuge
"I'm done with your ****."
These words burrow into my brain
I deflate
Eleven months, I had thought
A beautiful friendship
Born of a night and
Strengthened through song
Step over the line and
Be shot down
But how often we toed it
Hours later, I cannot
Let it all just fade away
Four ignored calls, anger
Building walls between us
Twenty seconds, then a voice
I pick myself up, she shares my belief
That together
We can make something
Beautiful.
Copyright 2010 by Samuel Dickinson. All rights reserved.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
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