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Dec 2014
Complex or not
I always come out on top.

The love you hold in
So moldy from years of sitting
Unattended
Stuck in a cabinet of
Miscellaneous memories
Has been dug out by me.

Now kindergarten has regurgitated
Feelings of jealousy you grip
Tightly
In secrecy.

What is the game
In befriending me?

It's not going to be
The way you dream it to be.

Because now?
He sleeps with me.
Rough- summer poem. In need of critiques! I realize I rhyme me and me a lot
Cate
Written by
Cate  Columbus
(Columbus)   
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