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Feb 2016
There's disgust
in your eyes
at the sight of a starving cat on the streets

And amusement
on your lips
when your words make me bleed

I've felt the mockery
of your touch
every time you bring me to my knees

Yes,
how could anyone love you,
stand to have their heart picked at?

*But here I am, doing just that.
gypsyheart
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