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Mar 2017
He was my muse.
I took him into myself.
Became him.
Felt him
Knew him
While I was him
He was draining me
Killing spiritually my reason for being.
Forgot who I was in pursuit of building...him
And then dust settles...He became I.
And I was no more.
ShenequaMonroe
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