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Non-tolerance

She smiles, she sees, she waits
for you to speak.
but you don’t have anything to say
you run away, far from her calls
because she is your
dying old mother.
You are mute,
yet you are grieving
for her wasted waiting for you,
your cries don’t matter
in the distant future.
Since you have
no tolerance for
agony right now.

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