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May 2016
You rain your words upon me
I am shelterless
Lightening streaks my wounded sky
How could I forget

You stab me with your actions
Fracturing my brittle bones
Glass house false security
Cracking from your stones

You weave your clever magic
God knows I'm a fool..
You use me when you need me
I'm quite a handy tool

You hail your insults on me
But I'm too stubborn to see
My obsession of your love
Has polluted me
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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