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Michele Fasano Jan 2017
You turn my glow to a dim,
Taking swings at my strength.

Twisting my words,
You love their shape.

Walking on eggshells,
You unpredictable responses I await.

My bodies your temple,
Your touch awakens my hate.

So how is it that you can say,
That no one will ever love you as much as me?

— The End —