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A bitter lunch

Forcing down a beer

12:45pm

a liquid lunch,

enough to dilute

the venom you left

within me.

Every day

I see you,

laugh,

smile,

all is well.

Illusion or not

your coldness

rattles me.

So here

I brood

terra incognita

for even

the simplest

kindness

is beyond you.

How can I

move on

when you won’t

allow it.

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