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Jan 2017
You turn my glow to a dim,
Taking swings at my strength.

Twisting my words,
You love their shape.

Walking on eggshells,
You unpredictable responses I await.

My bodies your temple,
Your touch awakens my hate.

So how is it that you can say,
That no one will ever love you as much as me?
Written by
Michele Fasano
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