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I helped you once, you didn’t know

I helped you twice, you called me slow,

So now I stand as you cry in vain,

Your movements hindered, your eyes showering rain

With but one move I can end your pain,

But you’ve left me scarred

My skin mottled and marred,

So I’ve chosen,

Quite simply

To refrain.

 

 


Submitted: November 30, 2012

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