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“It’s over now.” Your words are acid.
“But why?” My mind spins like a top.
“We’ve grown apart,” is your lie.
Tears flow, but only mine.
Hollow words echo
that I can’t hear.
“I’m sorry.”
But you’re
not.
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Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
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