Non-Erotic PoetryTodayToday I picked up the phone and dialed your number
no one answered
(thank god for small miracles)
I swore I’d never dial your number again
unless you were dead (to confirm)
or dying (to spit in your face)
You’ve always made me break every strength I possessed
It’s why I loved you so then
and why I hate you so now
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