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Uprooted and Windswept In the Storm You Caused

Uprooted and windswept in the storm you caused I was aghast and asunder like a sinking boat the last straw was placed and I drowned it was your slight that I simply could not fight you tossed your royal, handsome head your eyes smirked at me in your new find no doubt she was so pretty and fine. You did not ever once think that it was me and my canvas that you painted with love ink making me so warm and hot right from the icy skating rink you tossed me like a painting that has no buyers and crossed red with the broad brush of your fliers the butterflies that we had together at the mention of names you had forgotten mine but I store and treasure yours all the same. I began being yours and are and will be till I breathe, as you find me a stickler and in irritation fume and seethe I am a winner and I know it all, you are my trophy and that has been won ,and it is in me and with me do you think you are clear enough and that hard do you see one mention of your name brings me to tears as I am surrounded by your avoidance and so many fears. Honey ,come to me and hold me our souls are entwined you are a gem and a precious one at that, I do know there was never a man who was so gentle and caring and holding me in sway as if life was a movie and you its director I have been here and there trying to moor my planks all floating all over swimming against currents,-please pick them up I am living a life and I want to let yo know it well,as if I was dead. I await........for your....next message .....my only bright point left in this life! Will it will it not I seethe I coagulate I dream I anticipate I am yours..till you are entirely entirely and completely sate.

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