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like you never left
in grief, i fill you in
sliding glass door
pry me open to forget where you've been.
followed over every cliff
blasphemed leading the blind
fetishized reject
forgot that you weren’t mine...
forget the other ones
they don’t get you like me
pluck me from a dozen
below the belt, that’s where you’ll find me
don’t need to know your name
indiscriminate in the way i please
lowly placed poison
like lilly of the valley...
hate what you did to me and i don’t hate easily
virgin fruit, stranger hands
last of the Poplar trees....
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