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Apr 2013
You
You pull at my hair.
You pull at my teeth.
You spit at my back.
You say you care.

I give you my hair.
I give you my teeth.
I smile at your lies.
I tell you I care.

You wipe my tears.
You hold my hand.
You are yourself,
the source of my fears.

You cause my tears.
You pull at my arm.
I am not myself.
Take away your mirrors.
Kaila Wenker
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Kaila Wenker
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