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Notches
Drunk
Breathing
Tension easing
A shove
A name
Momentary pain
And then I know that once again
I’ve made a choice I can’t reclaim
Like every time that’s come before
I feel the sense of self deplore
That washes through my damaged mind.
I loathe that I had gone to find
A man who could affirm my worth
When all I knew I’d gain is hurt.
And as I bid that man adieu
All I think about
Is you.
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Robin Legg
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