This Just Used To Be Unrequited Love

Do you despise me?
Every-time you look at me do you taste dirt in your mouth?
Do you fill yourself with rage at the mention of my name?
Or maybe it's just pity?
Because to you I am nothing more than an animal,
And you're the poacher.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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