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Saturday, February 14, 2009
.98
The saddest Valentine's Day
is broke, deafening
and apart from anyone
offering love.
It's not cut abs
or baskets of sweets.
It's not smiling, winking
or making plans for the future.
It weeps
and so
do I
honey.
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