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10 August 2013

The Lover


The phone calls late at night

Blowing up the cell
Text messages
Sleep with your phone 
Under the pillow
Lest she read
And know
And then one day
The lover texts her
"What's up bitch"
You know
She knows
She always knew
She won't complain
She hopes this time
You'll stay
With her
Your lover
But you always 
Come home
Again
and
Again
She will have to leave
To be free
She knows
You know
You always knew
You complained
Because this time
She won't come home
You can't be
With her
Again


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