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I am not catty
You bring out the worst in me
My God the fur flew!
I'm no math genius.
But I sure have your number.
You're not hard to peg.
Gave Jesus a phone
Asked him to hear my prayer
He wouldn't stop texting!
My pen hesitates.
Your love comes with conditions.
I'm not signing on.
My love on the floor.
You sweep it away and with ease.
As if it were trash.
You feel things deeply
So gently, I'll stroke your soul,
caress your heart.
Just where in the world,
does your pain and sadness go,
to find their solace?
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