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Sep 2016
You are tearing out my soul
A piece of flesh at a time
Devouring who I am

At times I feel your teeth scrape the bone

The black bitterness oozes
From your mouth and eyes
As it feeds on the happiness

That once was mine

Each day it grows with my demise
This viciousness that owns your heart
And is taking over your mind

Tearing us apart

I will not let you take my soul
Or turn me into you
If you choose to live in death

Then you and I are through

September 8, 2016
Pamela Penta
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Pamela Penta  59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico
(59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico)   
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