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His thoughts concerned none other, but of her – her irrational anger. directed at him for no real matter, for committing an honest mistake; like it was ****** She called, but didn't listen. She hung up, without even asking what really happened.                        Now he's crying.                        His being is,                        no tears are flowing                        from his eyes                        for they were barren                        An empty vessel,                        he needed loving.                        But what he got?                           A message saying. . .                                                                                  **   ~**                                                                 *Goodnight, I'm sleeping.                                                                  let's talk some other time.                                                                  I'm tired from working.*                                                                                 **   ~**
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Embitter. (Ventilated Poetry; p.1 )
His thoughts concerned none other, but of her – her irrational anger. directed at him for no real matter, for committing an honest mistake; like it was ****** She called, but didn't listen. She hung up, without even asking what really happened.                        Now he's crying.                        His being is,                        no tears are flowing                        from his eyes                        for they were barren                        An empty vessel,                        he needed loving.                        But what he got?                           A message saying. . .                                                                                  **   ~**                                                                 *Goodnight, I'm sleeping.                                                                  let's talk some other time.                                                                  I'm tired from working.*                                                                                 **   ~**
First of the series of poems done solely for the purpose of expressing current extreme feelings. Misunderstanding with my baby. </3
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
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