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Sep 2016
We --- were --- together.
Fate wedged a sickle in between.
I lean on it still, neck exposed,
Ready to forfeit everything.
With uncertainty I am devout.
Because of our closeness
I am unable to retract from the blade,
So ready to inflict grievances.

I feel the intent of the hungering edge,
Wondering which of us holds the handle.
I am just another fool
With little to offer another, given
The greater half of my being
Belongs to you.
My heart, a possession on your shelf
Gathering dust.
TKO
Written by
TKO  Halifax, Nova Scotia
(Halifax, Nova Scotia)   
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   Taylor Pollard, Poet kiri, --- and Ja
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