just wait
all you put over on the loved ones who trusted you
will come back to haunt you
and you'll have no excuse but your self-serving self-concern
you gave crumbs for the loaves of bread you expected
and now you can be sure moldy crusts are all
you'll get for your love...your meager frightened love...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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