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Nov 2013
Every man I've tried to love,
shouts back as they trudge away,
"I ******* tried!"

When I'm drunk and heaving
repugnant half- sentences
in a parking lot
too stubborn to
crumple into their suddenly forgiving arms,
they turn around with the same
pulverized pride.

And I remain staring at the
confetti of conceding
under my feet.
Maia
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   Jon Shierling, poetrygod and Jay
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