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| February 25th, 2007uncovered now
drift from sleep
into this nightmare
love’s collapse
to untold certainties
of misdeeds
never meant,
remembered
how to grow
with no room left
for apologies
nothing more than
“I love you”
none other than
“i am sorry”
too many times before
no more time
deaf ears can be so blind
where to go from here
forward into . . .
losing you
damn this aching heart