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Jul 2021
you,
are
what is known
in common parlance
as a
thief..

you,
began with my hands
and teeth
and ended with
my heart..

you,
as the sun
demonstrates a complete
absence of
contrition..

you,
have honed
your intuition
and try not
to laugh

at my pain..
o you!
bathe my bones
run on empty
and wait..

you, who
are so nice
sometimes
to be ice
and chill me

with hate..
take,you,
take that
hot
you think why

not..
i think why
gad about
may fly
mad in july..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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