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He Ripped His Hand From Her Gripping Grasp

He ripped his hand from her gripping grasp Upon the reentry of my eyes She’s taking a drag On a lowly, loathed fixation Yet his hypocritical heart hunts for it But they aren’t conjoined ceaselessly For my presence is an unbinding force But if you love her Tell her And hold her Don’t let my existence Rot your heart and your hands

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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