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Jun 2018
Her
Pre-occupation - an addiction,
A consuming odd fixation,
Venomous reflection,
Filters through,
Word by word.
You spit your toxic *******,
Declaring jurisdiction,
For a purposeless obsession,
Just to make sure you are heard.
Written by
Ingrid Midd
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