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Could this hinder and render me senseless?
Should I step back and take a look before I fall?
Do a bow and I’m out the door.
Don’t expect to see me around…
If you ignore me,
Or leave me stranded.
Would you pit the foe,
And then leave her abandoned?
If that be the case,
The past will come back to haunt you…
Who knew what would happen,
When time changed her face.
As willowy and disconcerting,
As she seemed in the days that you knew her.
The eyes, the mind, the taste,
Still there…
Hazel, altruistic, and cinnamon,
For you, a deadly combination.
With a look as searing as liquid fire,
And a voice that slowly taunts every cell you possess.
More seducing than your memory allows.
One more time, you think,
Just for the sake of your sanity…
You breathe her in and all is lost.
Before you know it, you take the fall.
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I'm so very proud of you.
Love,
Mother
Peter