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Jan 2017
You,
dismantled me.
Piece by piece.
Through all my love.
And I now,
accept you're right,
to hold the anger.
Love is superior.
Love is almighty.
Love is the grip,
I wish I knew..
how to hold on tightly.
Erica DeAngelo
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Erica DeAngelo
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