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Oct 2013
It seems I only have
two expressions
totally whipped
and Sorry
nobody really cares
and
it's really not a worry
I sat upon the stairs
til midnight
next to me
was a plastic plate,
plastic knife and fork
left over Lasagne
and wilted salad
It wasn't Steak
but I had nothing else
to offer
It went as cold
as my nose
sitting on the steps
you would take
if you came home
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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