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Apr 2020
You poured it--
shoved it into my gasp,
--my throat,
yet
why is it that
you're weeping
over me,
me who's now asleep?
You never could hurt me directly.

When I come back,
don't expect me to
run back into those dead-end arms.
to: My friend
Written by
Anne Shirley-Darcy  F/USA + S. KOREA
(F/USA + S. KOREA)   
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