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joy
she looked
at me
with joy
knowing
that she
had finally
become
invincible
she sits
on the bench
quietly
so that nobody
can see
her despair
as she wonders
if she still has the strength
to pick herself up
after yet another
disappointing
failure
yellow leaves and morning fog
days are getting short
desire to slow down
give me five minutes
he said
and left the room

five years later
I am still waiting
for his return
I do not know
how to talk to you
without hurting you

as I do not want
to hurt you
I shall stop
talking to you
I will send you
a photograph
of the love of my life
her mother said
but the photograph
never arrived
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