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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Guessing Game

She watches him leave 
The warmth of the sheets 
Out into the cold, or another's arms. 
She remembers his breath, 

So sweet, lingering with faint smoke 
But does not remember the words 
Murmured that night in drunken bliss; 
Is not able to guess his thoughts 

Or what he's telling others about her. 
He watches her cry, silently; 
But his heart is stark cold- 
And the game continues on.... 

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