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Dec 2016
You gave me your sick version of love
You cured a disease
You devised yourself
And made me believe
You were healing me

It ****** me over
Because now
Just like you
I plant diseases
Deep within lovers
To make them believe
I am healing them

But the diseases planted
Are not curable
Instead
passed from one lover to another

My love
Is forever diseased
My lovers
Are forever infected
Bethany Terry
Written by
Bethany Terry  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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