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Jul 2016
Didn't I hear your words?
The words from the you that inspired me
Drew me into....
Side talks and misunderstanding? "That's obsurd!"
In the defense in a clique. See their blood that drips
From love's hurt rose grow green and sick.
He walks away. Crushed into tiny shards.
Cut once again.
He snaps...."never again!"
"Wake....wake...!"
Senseless rituals of doubt "stop cutting on me!
"You blood thirsty harpee"
"I shall fight you from stealing what's left of the real me!"
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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