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10/21/2016 10:12:10 AM

Terry Robinson
Posts: 49

I owned you once, your breasts and soft earth.

You were never yours, all the time

you were mine. You to me were like

rich, strong coffee in the mornings,

mine to drink.

But now that I am past the need of you,

I give you back your self.

Now that I have no need of your limbs,

I grant you full access to them.

Begin the search for you,

take back those parts of you

I no longer need.

Be kind to your self. Don't put blame

or weakness against your name

when you think of me.

Don't take me personally, you were just mine.

Find your voice, now that I've given

you back. Perhaps you always had one,

I just didn't need to look.

Touch your warmth and breathe your scent, as I did.

Taste your lips and move your hips, as I did.

Or are you too used up by me, too tired?

Too grey skinned by my soot,
edited by trobbo44 on 10/22/2016

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