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I stare at the door through misty eyes,
knowing that the words were in haste,
but they cannot be unsaid.
We can’t un-fight the fight.
Sometimes what is wrong
can’t be made right.
I wish you
would come
back.
About the Creator
Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
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