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Feb 2020
I sit by the window
overlooking a pretty garden
the laptop screen and I
awashed in theΒ 
dull afternoon golden glow

No furrowed eyebrows
no taut forehead
no teeth clenched
no walking on eggshells
no crying

you're finally gone.
The relief I felt when it was all over
Jay23
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Jay23  25/F/India
(25/F/India)   
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     Max Neumann, MAB and SPT
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