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Nov 2014
I know
I ***** and moan like an insolent
Child
But it hurts
And hurts
And hurts

When I feel
Like
I annoy you
With kindness

I'm aware that I'm
No moonlit dinner
But
Please
Please
Please
Stop treating me

Like a takeout meal

I can't be disposable
At least not to you.
Mari-Elle
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Mari-Elle  Jo'burg (for now)
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