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May 12, 2014
By JillianAjahdhdkek BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
JillianAjahdhdkek BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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You sit there with your signature smirk
Like a cobra, poised, spitting venom
Sizing up its victim
As you strike, your words lash against my skin
Like tongues of fire
You think that I'll miss you
Demand that i can't live without you
Your words dig in, rooting me to my spot
But honestly, I would do better without you
And I will



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