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Lorna Dwyer January 2007
Go on, twist the knife in my back.
Don’t stop now.
You got the support speech down.
I trusted you then
Now with calm words
You strike!
I almost didn’t notice,
Till the pain started.
Why don’t you grind my heart,
You already tore it out.
How could you be,
So unfeeling?
So coldly selfish
I tell you everything
I trust you for a moment
You destroy me.