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Sep 2018
Every time
You extend your hand
I reach out to emptiness
Toying with my emotions
You play the game
Always winning
With your looks
Pale skin
Red lipstick
Smeared on my collar
Where your head would lie
All of those times you lied
You see it differently
Of course you do
Playing the victim
Saying I’m always attached
And that’s why you would never
Take this dive with me
In reality
Of what would happen
If you committed to something
Other than yourself
Madelynn Nieves
Written by
Madelynn Nieves  33/F/Philadelphia, Pa
(33/F/Philadelphia, Pa)   
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