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"He"
a poem by Martin Bruyere
Sulfur flowing through my veins,
Heat rising in my body,
She was once his,
No longer privileged is he.Childish threats,
Targeted anger,
Foolish attempts to scare,
Have no effect, no purpose.Give it up,
You've fucked up,
Erased from her life,
You can't reach an angel without wings.If she is precious to you,
Let her fly free,
Without trust,
Without freedom,
There is nothing.You can modify,
But not change a person.
Beautiful are you to me sweet angel,
Never will this change.
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