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Pocket Eight Ball

His face was torn as I spoke
The words
One should never
Have to utter

It was over
I was through
And I felt (did I feel at all?)
Just the same as he did

I wanted
To cry
To scream
To just lie there
In shame and
Agony

It was over
He was through
And he felt (did we ever know how we felt?)
Just the same as I did

Pocket eight ball
The game was won
The moves
All made
Emotions
Askew



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