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How many times
will you be fooled,
raising yourself up
out of my bed, grasping
at the deepest roots,
climbing out of my embrace,
kicking my heart
under our (?) bed,
scrambling toward illusion,
believing the reflection
of our heat
comes from above,
Your afterglow
lost in the mud
of their desire
to take you from me
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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