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The many times I said.
Submitted:Feb 13, 2013 Reads: 8 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
I'm Done
If I say I'm not here
You make me feel
Ageless and disappear
Knocking me out, under my skin,
And hurting my
Pleen,
I'm not here, If I say so,
Believe me
I...no religiose, but bellicose,
Up! Up! To my nose,
Me...had enough, I'm foreclose,
I mean for good, if not for you.
By: Juli Monat
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