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Aug 2019
14
You say I don’t understand.
Pain.
Yours and mine, you can’t take.
(A thought that frankly, ****** me off for f•ck’s sake)
Not realizing when your bad thoughts wake,
My being,
Eviscerates.
You’re trying to keep me out, to keep me sound.
But I want to know. To you, my heart is bound.
Pilar Orozco
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