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Sep 2014
He materializes in front of you
like a demon from Hell,
Sent to sweep your feet out from under you,
Rub your face in the dirt,
Spit in your murky eyes.
You welcome him with open arms,
Urge him to come to you,
Fore you can't see past his strong form and begging
eyes.
McKenzie Mae Martin
Written by
McKenzie Mae Martin  Champaign-Urbana
(Champaign-Urbana)   
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