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At times, you just have to shut everyone out. When people only seem to want to need you at their convenience, fuck off is just *chefs kiss* needed. 

This isn't an oldie, a recent piece. A collection of several thoughts that were brewing and fell together, just so. 

I shared this publicly last weekend, and the feedback was positive. I enjoy all feedback. 
-Read it backwards, it tracks with a different feel. 
-Certain lines could be song titles (Alanis Morrisette, you'll get the shout out if and when I publish that first book of Palindromic Poems).


Respectfully


You're everywhere in fragments 
      like pollen on the wind
Shallow as vague
and I'm left receptive 
to this ambiguity,
I exude vulnerability -
only to be left 
exposed and wounded -
scars opened again
A self-labeled, self-inflicted pretty faced fool
   ... too many times over...
This time,
through my own faults
t'is final.
Alas, I'm not a moment of your day
no second to pause
And this heartfelt fuck-off
is well overdue

        Respectfully, yours. 

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