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Friday, April 17, 2009
The Man Who Left
By Hidehiro Anto
Once I saw a man
Who left his home,
Kissed his wife,
And left the house.
And deep down,
I don’t know how,
But then I knew,
And he knew,
And she knew,
That he was not coming back.
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