Love Poem

January 24, 2012
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You with her
makes my body cringe.
In a dim light,
awaiting your return.
Stabbing wounds through the flesh.
Months pass, questions arise.
The day has come,
you lay there, I stare
dressed in silk,
every up and down.
Friends and family cry.
While this black laced hat
covers my face,
my mouth forms a grin.
You did this to yourself,
I’m innocent.





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