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Gone

The truth of my ignominy
Stares at me with sad eyes
From across the breakfast table

I know that I could never do enough good
To erase the look of shame
In those eyes

And as she rises and walks out of the room
I know in the depths of my heart
That she won't ever be home again

So I stand and clear the coffee cups
And stand at the sink
Staring at the emptiness that stretches out

To forever
thinlane
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