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For you I tarried not, but hurried,
Rushing into a mess
of rash declarations and swift rejections.
Allow me now
a little self-pity.
For you I toiled unwearingly,
and procured nothing
But gratitude ---
Allow me now
a little self-pity.
For you I spent my nights
tossing cans, emptied,
But missing the litter bin ;
You were with your lover then.
Allow me now
a little self-pity.
by Joo Jin |
