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poem
I smell your hostility in the air
and though I cannot catch it because it diffuses in my hand It takes up space It become more dominant as I become more withdrawn If only it was like poison ivy, I would rub it on my hands then touch you It would depart from the tip of my finger Arrive to the tip of yours and in an instant You'd see the pink irritation You'd feel the harshness of the rash Too bad you cannot see my clenched teeth, my locked jaws, or my stomach fit to burst You tell me to stop And I want to stop too. Kinda... If anything I want you to stop first Stop the torment Stop the picking on me and I'll stop picking on my skin Stop living inside of me Tightening your grip Till I gasp for air only to breathe your toxic once more |
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I like the ending here!
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This is really powerful, I like it!
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Thank you all of you. <3
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