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Aug 2010
I'll tell you halfheartedly, that I love you.
Sooner or later you'll understand the "No Trespassing" sign outside my door.
Look out from my window,
You're guaranteed to seek absolution,
Desperation is contagious,
Though somehow I'm immune.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin
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Roxanne Pepin
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