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My better self at war with my inner Medusa. Men, *grrr. Lol, truly I'm not as bitter as this poem would have you think. The idea simply presented itself.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 103 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-29-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2842752
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I'm not Jesus, you know
Good christian that i ami attended your wedding.
Genuflected, said a little prayerlocked with a little Amen-
meaning the 'so be it'.
But afterwards the pagan in mejust had to reach downand pick up one of the rose petalsscattered and crushed beneath your feet.
I smiled, turned to my friend and said,
"Look, He loves me not."
Half the choir laughed.
And I am glad, I am,
to see you happy.
But damn, i hope she breaks your heartbecause what man should have the power to rip apart so many flowers.
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