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May 2014
J.
U.
N.
E.

With each letter,
It's divided into fourths.
With each syllable,
You fade away.

As the days and hours
Tick on and on,
I feel you.

Dripping
Out of my pores.
Scraping
Out my guts.
Packing
My heart,
And taking it to go.

Now I can't
Look you in the face
Can't
Find comfort in your embrace
Can't
Stand in one ******* place,
Because my paycheck
Is running out.

I knew in the beginning
That this time would come,
So I'm not saying
That this isn't fair.

But when you leave,
My love will be lost.
Maybe I should have looked first,
For how much
You cost.
for Matteo
Ali Cronin
Written by
Ali Cronin
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