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Aug 2015
She took me home

to her single working mother,

and I could feel

the distaste radiate from her mother's eyes.

And I loved it, the hate she poured on me.

Because I knew that

the more her mother disliked me,

the daughter would love me back

fiercer than ever before.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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