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May 2016
I looked back, but never turned around.
In the distance up ahead, stood my past
Hovering, swaying, teetering to the ground
Catching up with me at last.
I see its tendrils curling round my body
Chocking me in its grasp.
I splutter and spew its poison out
like a smoker in the morning.
You uninvited guest, now glower now pout
You evil curse, you came without a warning
I have your measure, I have your size
Don't dupe me with your lies.
Gone- be gone,you will not stay here  long.
But wait- stay
How blessed I am to have you
That I may vent all my vitriol
Upon your back and lash you
With my tongue- now take my gall.
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   shaffu shafiq
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