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: Not Very Strong
I wilt on a word,
on a withered look.
I grapple with you,
to take back the innocence
you took.
I’ll make the long walk home,
jumping at ghosts a million
miles away.
My poker face blank, not a
line or curve to betray.
That your presence
unsettles me -
to a worrying degree.
Everywhere I turn,
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