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Wednesday, April 3, 2013


You drive me up the wall.
You blocked the light from my eyes.
No, scrap that.
I let you blind me.
Seasons have come and gone.
I have worked through venom to reach out to forgiveness.
If you wreck this wall, be warned.
The contents on the other side will not be as forgiving.
I'm FINE without the thought of owning this love.
In retrospect, I've done more than that.
I've buried it.
I've got a real dead love for you right now.
Get on with it and leave.

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