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Bad Timing

If you can't know,
and you don't know
and you don't hear it
or see it--

Why,
oh why,
did I just show you?

Why,
oh why,
did I just tell you?

Because now
you can see it
and read it
and touch it
and feel it

and rip it

and tear it...

Along with my heart.
Poem by Briton