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Apr 2016
Disdain
Boils in my blood
How does he
Not sense it
When he walks into the room?

Hatred
Oozes out my pores
How does he
Not taste it
When his lips are on my forehead?

Numbness
Keeps me still
How does he
Not feel it
When he holds me in his arms?

Contempt
Fills me now
How does he
Not know this
After all that we've been through?
Bethany
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Bethany  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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