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Aug 2020
YOU WANT ME TO DO THE RIGHT THING
PROPOSED WITH ALL THE WRONG CHOICES

YOU WANT ME TO LAY LAME
WHILE FILLED WITH HEALTH AND VITALITY

YOU WANT ME TO WALK THE LINE
ERASED IN THE SAND

YOU WANT ME TO NOT BITE
BUT FEED FROM YOUR SHARRED GLASS HAND

YOU WANT ME TO WALK
BUT SEND AFTER ME RABID WOLVES

YOU WANT ME TO BE PATIENT
YET THE HOURGLASS HAS RUN OUT OF SAND

YOU WANT ME TO LOVE
OKAY THAT I WILL DO

JUST KNOW ALL THE DECIET
THAT LIES ON YOU
Michelle A Ford
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Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
(45/F/Upstate New York)   
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