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Jan 2014
I am what I do.

sweet girl,
blonde hair and eyes swirling
danced into my life with her body ablaze
“””””dance with me”””””””

enchanting.
                     but
                               distracting
broken girl,
drugged up and pleading with me
you are not what you do.

you play.pretend.lie.
I work. I thought you understood. but you wanted me to play.
I don’t play. Not anymore.

Leave me alone with my work.
I am what I do.
Written by
J S Rogers
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