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Nov 2013
Avoiding your eyes, I glance at the clock.
You're officially 13 minutes late for work,
But like you've told me a million times,
no one at your office "gives a ****."

If you're waiting on me to say
All that you want to hear
Before leaving, I assure you,
No one will be getting their coffee from you today.

"Some days I feel like my skins about to bust open
from all the **** I have inside me. Do you ever feel that way?"
"Just about everyday," I say in my head. To you I say
"I thought you said I was rather empty inside."

The light that vanishes from your face tells
Me I reached my mark. Defeated, you grab
your keys and silently leave. But in my head
I asked you to stay.
Teresa Smith
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Teresa Smith  Kent
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