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as homily
results may vary
when words pursue their quarry
people turn wary
simple is better
even in Dear John letter
feelings unfetter
angry verbs go rogue
no matter how softly spoke
estrangements invoke
lurking cold as ice
gray emptiness can entice
psyche pays the price
assessing regret
of what mind will not forget
when we should reset
memories take roles
in filling self-image's holes
hoping no one knows
found in the leavings
of human life's proceedings
teller's true feelings
one can only hope
being's most ingested dope
provides future scope
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