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Dec 2015
i never stopped that thing -
that thing you told me to never do.
i never stopped going to the lake,
the beautiful red lake that ripples
when rain droplets fall.
i never stopped listening to the
sound of ripping fabric. it reminds me
of me.
i never stopped running home,
my home in-between ***** sheets
and dull blades.

and i don't want to see you,
because you'll tell me to stop.
you'll threaten to leave,
and i won't stop you.
because i'll never stop that thing -
that thing you told me to stop.
Annelise Olivier
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Annelise Olivier
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   Brent Fisher and Ginelle
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