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I sat quietly pondering your time of arrival Day or night morning or noon happy or sad The last conversation was strained innuendos Of selfless pleasures displacing your heart And I cried for me for you for loss of us Pictures broken glasses thrown ridiculous I am you you are me interwoven as one Deny to your demise for you shall rot from The inside out as if a thousand inedible worms Burrow their way through your body as if it Were a living compost heap on two feet Goodbye my love sweet dreams

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Date: 1/21/2020 6:57:00 PM
Sharp-edged pen there! As Sages say, 'The end of man is but the worm.' Smiles, Gershon
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Date: 1/12/2020 3:07:00 PM
damn.. what a sad situation... is this a real life picture in your life?
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Kelli White
Date: 1/12/2020 3:13:00 PM
No. Lol. I was referring to a distasteful relationship not mine. It just worked so well in ink I thought it was humorous. Dark now reading your response I can imagine what you must think. Sorry. Absolutely fiction. Dear SO.

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