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#NaPoWriMo-Day 28-Poison


You
cry a river 

you lay
awake at night

you wonder
‘what if’

he was poison
but

but...
what if..

you plotted your
escape

and now
finally free

you long for him
crave him
miss him

you yearn for
the one person
you know
is your
demise

the years of
conditioning
are evident

remind yourself

you are strong
enough

you
are
enough

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